Hold
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I’m hanging on a tight rope My hands are sweaty from all the gripping that I did It hurts so bad, the material of the rope provides a stinging sensation I can feel the skin of my palms slowly bleeding How long will I last? How long until someone finds me? This rope is my only pillar of strength If I let go of it, what will happen? Days and days have passed But nobody seemed to care Nobody came to pull me up from this forsaken place And so I cut the rope I cut the only thing that holds me up The only thing that prevents me from falling down into the unknown Slowly, I can feel my whole body as it freezes from the adrenaline rush that surges within me Slowly, I am falling down And just like that I let myself fall Down into the unknown Down into the abyss of darkness, which will soon consume my whole soul
Hope amidst the darkness
ART BY MA. RICHZEL BEATRIZ GUINO-O AND CHARLENE MAE CANJA
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