I’m always balancing
Not quite here nor there
But holding onto everything I know
So as not to fall into oblivion
Not stable in any one milieu
Often shoved over the edge
But I manage to hold on
Until I attempt to get a greater grip
I grasp and tug and pull myself up again
But it’s only a matter of time
Before I plunge into the open gaps again
Only barely holding back
Like an acrobat
With no safety net
Should I let myself fall through the abyss?
See what happens?
Will there be a miraculous cloud to catch my free falling self?
Perhaps I will learn to fly.
Perhaps I will no longer need to balance
To act as though I belong here or there
And I’ll be free