She is hanging off the edge,
I see her fingers slipping.
I’m not strong enough to pull her up;
If I tried, we’d both just fall.
I want to help,
I want to save her,
But this is her mountain to climb.
Desperation claws at me,
I want to run,
I want to help,
I want to be the one to change it all,
To fix what's been broken,
To take back what she doesn't deserve.
I can just watch,
As her fingers begin to caullouse,
And her knuckles begin to bleed,
As she tries to pull herself up.
I cheer her on,
Remind her that she’s a fighter,
But at the end of the day,
The bruises she is now prone to are hers,
The wounds she bears now will one day be battle scars,
And I can only do my best to dress them,
If she can climb back up.