Emotional Cliff

After so many years 

of nurturing others  
the teat is dry  
there is no milk to suckle,  
no nourishment to draw  
from the once abundant reservoir.  

You must fend for yourself 
you are too big to expect to nurse  
and now more capable than me.

There is a point every baby
must be weaned  
every hatch ling pushed out
sustaining it's own needs and 
the needs of others.

Fear cannot keep you 
from taking the leap 
you might die but that is the cost
of adulthood, you have suffered
trauma but so have the rest 

you must draw from a higher power 
or somewhere deep in yourself 
if you wish to survive. 

At some point you need to let go 
because the teat is dry  
and there is nothing here
to draw from anymore.