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(A poem about balance. You know I had to have at least one somewhere.)
Life is on a tightrope
With predators below
Shadowy beasts
Leaping
Baring poison fangs
Before you even tilt
I lack the tools
To keep afloat
Feeling chunks
Ripped
From my mental form
Bleeding all my sanity
I see others
Dancing on the rope
Balancing above the horrors
As if everyone can do it
Never understanding
That many wish to fall
When do I get to rest
And seek out a bit of joy
Every day feels like a waste
Of the only life I have
Am I cursed to spend it all
Fighting to keep my balance




Lovely!
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Thanks.
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I hear you! A very apt description of what many are going through.
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True. Feels like far too many at times. Stability and safety are hard to retain.
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A good description of the challenge of living.
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Thanks.
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