I'll hang on. Though my body may give out at any moment, I tighten my grip. I'll hang on. Even when my mind grows weary, my will can sustain me. I'll hang on. My love may lose out to hatred and fear, but my compassion will melt my iced-over heart. I'll hang on. When I falter, and become lost, my faith will help lead my way back. I'll hang on. It is here, at the edge of the world, where I've learned to persevere, and go beyond what is comfortable and familiar. To hold on, though, is to suffer. It hurts to keep going, long after your limit is reached. Sometimes you must leave others behind, who may hate you for it. It can also be scary, venturing into the unknown of potential, but it's worth it. You find strength past your limit. You find other souls, who will love you for you. Who knows? You may even find paradise that would have been forgotten if you had only let go and returned to what was, and it is for these reasons, I'm hanging on. Weak, weary, afraid, lost, almost in tatters, but hanging on.
