Branches

5/11/2020

“Just hang on!” They tell me,

while holding tight onto their own branches filled with luscious leaves and sumptuous fruit.

Their branches’ circumference easily withstands the heaviness of their burdens,

not even drooping in the slightest.

They sway effortlessly within the wind of their sentiments,

never battered or losing even the tiniest of leaves in the storms.

Their branches are legitimately alluring.

So strong. So confident. So durable.

I can understand why they hold on-

they have no reason to let go.

“Just hang on!” They tell me,

trying their hardest to help my diminutive branch gain some kind of girth.

Their surplus of leaves disrupt their view of mine sometimes,

just quick enough for them to get a glimpse of relief that at least I’m still there.

What they can’t see is how fast my grip is steadily sliding.

I want to hold on, I do,

but I’m tired.

So tired of watching my sweat turn into blood pooling into the tips of my fingers.

So exhausted of having nothing but disintegrating slivers of branches to hold on to.

I’m slipping and I can’t help it.

My branches have drooped too far,

they are breaking.

This is all beyond my control.

I have come to the end of my branch.

There is nothing left to do

but to let go.

“Just hang on!” They say.

“But for what?!?” I scream.