The wind picks up and yet I stay-
The gusts get long and here I stay-
The flow of steady beating whips me around-
And I still stay.
Beaten and bruised-
Though no signs of such-
I am stuck-
Dependent on the lifeline to keep me upright.
If I let go I will be thrown-
Tossed around with no control-
So here, though no longer breathing-
I will stay.