My feet and fingers are slipping,
stealing my breath and hope as I
slide down. Terrified I look over
my shoulder, overwhelmed, the accusations
rise. Where were you? Why didn't
you help? How are you letting me fall?
Only I see you too, grasping for the next
inch, hanging on by knuckles and grit. I
bite back the angst inside and breathe out.
My lips say it will be okay, and I reach up

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