Hopeful in Atlanta.
When you find yourself at the end of your tether, instinctively you look up hoping to see some one getting ready to pull you up. But then it slowly dawns on you that rescue isn’t coming. The government, your family, friends, people who you cross paths with, say and do all the right things. The governments social rescue nets try to ease the some of the rough patches. Families do their part and then some.
But after the falling stops and the rope grabs you. Time stops long for you take in your new surroundings. You aren’t where you thought you’d be. The pieces of protection that were in the wall have begun to slip out. The rope start to give again and you’re falling.
Then it stops.
There’s a cliff, it’s not very big, but it’s wide enough and sturdy. You take one more glance up, and let go of the rope.
One ride is over, the next is awaiting you.