Over the edge hanging by four fingers
The pit of my being said let’s not linger
Adrenaline strength, but one finger was slipping
Salt in my eyes from the sweat that was dripping
Falling in slow motion my hand is grabbed tight
My feet start to slide as I fight for my life
Going down hard, rock’s cut open my knees
Then I stopped my slide when I grabbed a tree
He pulled me forward and I fell face down
Clutching the weeds, I was praising the ground
I thanked the stranger that saved me from dying
My tears mixed with sweat as I started crying
I finally get up and look down the dirt road
Thinking I’ll never stray and do as I’m told
No matter how tempting the sights may be
I’ll look down at my leg and the scar on my knee
© 2011 Michael Yost 12/30
Michael's Lair 
There’s always something out there that will tempt us. They’re just learning tools, and yes, some can be life or death choices.
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