Balancing Act

I’m always balancing

Inbetween spaces

Not quite here nor there

But holding onto everything I know

Jealously

So as not to fall into oblivion

Not stable in any one milieu

Often shoved over the edge

But I manage to hold on

Unnoticed

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

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