The Dividing Line

There's a dividing line between light and dark, and when something is dangling off the edge...

The sweat runs down the palm of my hand,

holding you up is becoming harder to stand.

Your face conveys nothing but sadness and pain;

but no one will help you, they choose to abstain.

My small shaky hand is growing tired and weak,

and the chances of living are growing ever more bleak.

But holding on really is the only way,

for both of us to hold the evil at bay.

As we fight together, as we both unite,

the struggle is becoming harder to fight.

And suddenly I look in your trembling eyes,

as your body wavers above the dark side,

and I, looking up, above the line,

see the family that we both once lived in just fine.

They are beckoning, calling, waiting for me,

to let go of your hand and disregard your pleas.

"My hand is growing tired..." I say with regret.

You look at me with understanding, not fret.

"It's okay." You say. "Let me go." 

But I couldn't, I wouldn't, the answer is no.

Both sides want the best for me, that much I know,

but why want the best when what I want is below?

You, with your sins and your wavering pride,

are the reason for my being, and try as I might,

I, could never let go of a hand

that once held mine when we could evenly stand.

So I let go, away from the light,

and began tumbling into darkness, as black as the night.

Falling, plunging, and plummeting to our end,

we looked at each other and I knew the descend

was worth what both of us were fighting for.

Love, acceptance, and being together once more.

Author's Note

A bit rough- but it was a spontaneous piece of work that I had come up with. Feel free to point out any other ways I can phrase something.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Well written piece, nice flow and solid message!
Love is always worth fighting for, in my opinion it's
the only thing worth fighting for! Thanks for sharing
and b-blessed!