Fingertips

Have you ever felt like you're at the end of the rope?
Felt like you're at your wits end with nothing left to give and you somehow keep going?
Felt like you're at the end of the rope but you manage to find more to keep moving
Forward - but you look back and see the turmoil in its true form; knowing
You're the one, the creator of what you behold, you keep throwing
Your life away and it's be going, going
You blink and it's...
Gone
No rope left to grip with such intent
Just the scrapes in the palms of your hands
And the thoughts to keep holding
On; for dear life
In a single breath
Wrapped around your fingertips.