I must hold on, If I let go-I fall too

Everyday of your childhood life you take for granted. You never know what its like to lose your loved one till you wake up to her/him screaming when they come to take her/him away. You knew it was going to happen. For the past month and a half thats all you have been talking about. Everyday you talk about what is going to happen or what could happen and how you'll handle it. When the moment comes, no matter how prepared you think you are, you are as unprepared as when you first came upon the issue. You feel like your a limbless man with your mouth duct taped while your chained to a tree forced to watch your loved one dangle on a cliff edge. You feel so helpless but so willing to help. As information comes to you at hand about this persons faults and mistakes, you begin to question your stance with them. Trust,love and passion have to be looked at again from a new angle. Others connected to the loved one begin to make their choices as they too are thrown into the mix. You can only delay, with the idea you will know more. You remain strong on the outside, while inside your soul cries and you crumble at anything that was once connected to the loved one. Around you things start to crumble-frienships, family-they all start to fall like the roman empire. This earthquake of you life. You run from these callopsing buildings with fear that you will be toppled. When running you find a building,a friend, who needs your guidance and support. You go to him/her and do what you can so the building that connects to the rest doesnt crumble before you. Inside, your empire has crumbled. When all is said and done you dont go back to pick up the pieces. Others start to point fingers at you-like you caused this earthquake. It seems to not bother you. Still you walk away from the rubble, the mess of your life, to a high point to reflect on things. The friend for which you help, returns the favor. You decide to go back to the rubble and you start picking up the mess. Others see this and start joining in. You look at the mess and finally you become stronger than you have ever felt. You must hold on for if you let go-you fall too.