Tightrope
 

it's a balancing act,
as each urge comes and goes,
catapulting me along a tightrope,
the crowd below looking up - waiting for me to fall,
no harness or strings attached,
fall and i'll tumble to the ground,
onto a bed of blades,
that one by one will slice every bit of me,
its a balancing act of urges and demons,
there's no where to hide,
one tiny step at a time,
a balancing act on the tightrope
as urge each comes and goes....
i'll sometimes fall , i'll sometimes break,
but this tightrope i'm on is for the blades to take..

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I love the metaphor in this! Brilliant poem.

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You did a really good job with this!

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