I watch the girl get too close to the edge,
Unaware of where she's headed.

I call out to her, but she doesn't hear me,
Too caught up in all around her.

The girl trips and I watch as she begins to fall,
Waiting and ready to grab her.

She cries and screams, scared of falling more.
I grab her hand, trying to steady us.

We stay there for a long time, me holding her up.
I need to get her up before she continues to fall.

Hour after hour, I try to bring her back.
Only to be left feeling dejected.

The passion within me to help her is fading fast
And I wonder, should I have let her fall?

I measly attempt to hoist her up one last time,
Before I let her go. I let her fall.

I let me fall.

~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on spiraling~