hold on tight

some times i think i would fall..
fall back into its depths..
again
searching for a grip to hold on to..
often waking up
from that dreaded nightmare...
the jerk stunting my breath..
the blood rushing tru the brain

but i wont let go..
i wont fall
even wit out a grip
my grip is my tot
my belife
my roots...
my saviour
i will not forget ..
never again