Just One Day

The rough edge cuts into me like a knife as I try to hold on.
It hurts so much; my legs are dangling below me swaying in the wind.
Please someone help me catch me before I fall.
Just reach down open up your hand it’s not very hard.
Someone please hurry.
I can feel my fingers slipping.
Why won’t anyone help me and pull me to safety.
I see them all standing there unaware of my misery even though I yell so loud surely they must hear me.
The winds pick up and they go inside leaving me to my now silent cries.
I think of letting go my body’s so numb I know I wouldn’t feel a thing.
Would they then see what they had been missing, would they finally hear the thunderous cries that had fallen on their deaf uncaring ears?
Or maybe just maybe I’ll hold on for one more day.
Tomorrow might bring someone that will reach out their hand and it would be a shame to miss them by just one day.