Many times I wanted to give up,
hanging on by a single silver thread.
As I watched as life passed me
Covered in darkness and despair.
Every morning I watched the sun rise
Hoping it would help me rise too
The sun rose, but I didn’t
I stayed their holding on.
Maybe it was my strength deep down inside
That gave me the courage to just let go
And when I finally did
I realised I didn’t need that string after all
I realised that after many sunrises
My hand had been held the whole time,
Something was trying to caress me.
I think it was life.