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Hanging
© 2003, Roy Stucky

I am hanging by a ledge
Above a fatal fall.
The floor I thought would hold (me)
Gave (me) no support at all.

The cowards and the critics
Council to let go.
Surrender to the void.
Provide a passing show.

It's true that I am weary
Of the struggle to hold on.
But sleeping now would only mean
My Life Is Gone.

I am hanging by a ledge
That I will climb,
Rejecting fleeting comfort
For the difficult design.