life is a cliff

she stands on it. this is not about giving in, it isn't time to quit.

this is the daily struggle, hanging onto the cliff. the drizzles here and there, they hurt but do not kill.

she's known this life for quite some time it's full of little drizzles and snowflakes. they tickle the cliff, chipping off small pieces, nothing much.

recently...it's been raining. it's been pouring and hailing, beating up on the cliff. she cracks and groans, confused at the change.

she's not used to it... it's not supposed to be this way. but that's what happens, even in a life like hers.

life is a cliff and a cliff crumbles.