Hanging on

Hanging on by a thread
to something I'm not even sure
if I love or hate...

Joy and despair
swirl around me
as I dangle in mid-air.

I hear my soul crying...
Somewhere in the universe - 
and I turn away.

It's just another day
and I know
this too will pass.


The pain I feel inside
is something I must face.
It's easier to create
than to erase...

The love that lives in me
must win in the end.
It isn't my foe
it's my friend...

Letting go of the thread...

am I still alive?

my body doesn't realize
if it's alive or dead.
But my spirit soars
higher than ever before...

Carmen Colombo
August 2, 1998