Who I am

I look at the words and I have noticed that they are changing
 You have become so far from my reach, I see no point in pleasing our curiosity
 You have found your peace and that is all I have ever wanted for you
Nothing for me could be further from the truth that my words are still bleeding out of my head
No matter how long I walk on this edge, I find myself slipping every time
After I catch myself and hang on again
I often wonder why I cling to your crumbling boulders
Or why I reach for the ledge of your slippery edge
Always you have had a place for me to find my grasp inside the smallest of cracks
Just big enough to hold on and small enough to let go at any moment
It's been hard to let go of you
Disappointed in myself that I have failed so many times in all the words I have written for you
I was a fool
I wanted to take away all of your pain
Clear the obstacles in your way
I had to choose Hope
It was never a choice
 It was just me being who I am and praying for you that you would eventually understand
I understand now, that you will not ask the one question you already know the answer to
Who I am