The Rail
Note: Hi Everyone! I’m very new to poetry, but I’m using it as a way to channel some of the things I’m dealing with in my life. This poem is about trying to white knuckle through anxiety. Holding on for dear life. I’m open to all feedback. I hope it resonates with someone. I believe this type of rhyme scheme is a Triolet, but if there’s anything structurally wrong or any input I’d be glad to hear it!
Whatever you do don’t let go of the rail
You can’t even see the bottom of the pit beneath you
So hold onto that rail
Even if your feet go limp and your face goes pale
Don’t you dare look down at its great big scale
Your footing slips as your face goes blue
Your knees grow weak and your limbs go frail
To the endless abyss that you must see through