Holding On a single rope

It’s a hard path, now left with a single rope that I am holding on.. Edge of a hill all foggy around, I have the feel of a free fall in whites Couldn’t really see anything forward, as I am holding in tears The rope of my life in my hands, it hurts it hurts it hurts a lot One step forward and two step backward, not more a great of math person I am Every step I back I feel far, the only guilt of being far Is my babies they come in front of me with their smiling face I like to hug them, my heart beats fast, I feel like I so far away now I can’t feel them, my babies my babies, all I want is to be for you Caring and supportive in all the times, till the time till you will be ready bid me bye To your mommy who carried you in, with changing taste buds all time long!