Survival

Abandoned by the rest
you wandered through, clutching memories
like self respect and hope
as if they were an evening bag
and you were high society.
All you had to hold on to
were little things you remembered
like the curve of his young chin
and his unseasoned trail.

Sometimes life holds us upside down
and shakes us.
Sometimes we are drawn to the edges of cliffs
and we get pushed off.
Sometimes it feels as though the whole world is mean.

And yet we hang on.