Poetry

The method

I find it hard to get over some things. 

I find it hard to get over anything– particularly when I’m trapped beneath it. 

Struggling, straining, screaming, against it–While simultaneously aching, aiming, and pining for it. 

I am exhausted and enraptured by my emotional contradictions –I sprint to the finish, I am going this alone. 
I am loving.

 I am living. 

I am continuing my story. 
God damn. I’m lost. But, I am. 
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Poetry

Please

High atop my wire 

I balance

Considering my choices

Past and present

One foot in front of the other 

No return to safety 

The fear of falling – constant 

Hanging in the balance

Waiting

A steady breeze, a strong word

Enough to end it

A constant battle 

Emotional and physical feats 

I’m done with this circus 

Fine defending my actions

Done defending the cuts that run deep

Done defending this entire affair

Forget it? Impossible 

The highs of the single strand

The bone crushing lows of my fall 

But move on?

I must 

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