project 52 / week thirty two / potential
32/52 // potential, even if it is a lie
between us
taunt and straining
if you let go
the recoil will slap me in the face
the whiplash
has the potential
to take me out for good
swore i’d stay in the light
swore i’d hold myself up
swore i’d tread water
but i’m so tired
the strain of the weight
the tension of the string
the last rope
losing grip
too much
potential
even if it is a lie
i still won’t ever let go