The Ledge (Poem)

If it ever were to be like the weather
It would be like hail and snow
That bitterness is to me so tethered
I welcome in the cold
The thought doesn't exist that things could be better
Despair has moved into my soul
But somewhere from the heavens
Your voice cuts like a weapon
And my spirit, it just knows
You talk me down off that ledge
You talk me down off that ledge
Heart heavy as lead
Passionate but distressed
Baby you talk me down off that ledge
That thing in my chest
Fights demons in my head
But ultimately, you talk me down off that ledge
I found comfort up there
As wind assaulted my hair
Arms extended out in the air
Felt I could no longer do this
But your love, so deep for me, chooses
To take some of my pain and help bear
Amid this sea of ruins
You still find some beauty
And love like that is so fierce and so rare
That I back away smoothly
Increasing in vigor with every drop of a tear
Tears of joy for your bravery
For emancipating me
For the old skin I've managed to shed
Tears of joy for a reason
Finally a reason
to back up and walk of that ledge