catch me

I feel like I’m at the edge of an abyss

One step more and I’ll free fall, hoping to land on my feet

The fall seems meant to be, like the end of a journey

Straws I chose that brought me here to this moment

He’s calling me

His voice is silent but it pounds in my chest

“Take me,” He says, “Take my hand and move on.

You don’t belong here

I crafted you, placed a pencil in your hand before you know you could write

I opened up a piece of Heaven for you so you could feel my presence on the page

I ached and bled so you could express my life with art

Tell of your heartache

Tell of the times your spirit crumbled as you grew blind to My path

Tell of the moments where the thought of a gun pressed against your temple felt like peace

Tell of the nights you reached for Heaven only to have Hell surround you

Because there are those who share your story

Those caught between life and death, a step forward or backward

And they need to hear

They need to feel

They need to see that they are not alone

So share your voice

Even when it breaks, even when you can’t get the words out, let them know anyway because it matters

Because they matter

Because you matter.”

I feel like I’m at the edge of an abyss

One-step more and I’ll free fall, knowing His hands will catch me.

-Farren