Brought forward, at times, by deep anguish,
Or well up I do in moments of joy.
I make my way in the most heartfelt hug,
And present myself in that aching goodbye.
Sheepishly do I surface at the brim,
Treacherously does my head dangle.
The heaviness within bears me down,
Briefly in the whiskered parapet I entangle.
Downwards I glide before I know,
Daintily meandering the gentle cheek.
With a moment's pause I fling myself,
My friend, I aren't a mark of the weak.
I look back up in the midst of my fall,
I see it, my coterie, come along.
We touch the ground before we know,
The downpour turns into an eerie song.
Motionless, I sit here in silent consent,
As others of my kind join me.
Our heads bowed in gloom, and backs bent,
Under the weight of silent melancholy.
At times heartless feet trample me,
Sometimes I splutter on the earth's rusty face.
Frequently, I am met with a remorseless shrug,
At times, spurned with pitiless disgrace.
Yet, on occasion, there's a palm outstretched,
That ensconces me in its soothing grip.
Those hands, I tell you, are for the keeps,
Hark! Hold on, and let them not slip.
