Life is like balancing on
A thin beam or rope.
Parts of the beam/rope
Frayed, splitting, falling apart
Other bits
Smooth, easier to manage,
But hardly balanced on.
That’s because of failure.
Failure to reach those parts
Only seen by the strong and determined
Not the pathetic…
The pathetic being me.
The bit I’m on
Is worse than frayed, split, tearing apart
It’s fibres are more damaged.
If you look close
Bits have broken away
No longer able to stay in one piece
It’s broken. Just like me.
Where do the broken go
When pieces of them self
Has been lost along the beam
I can’t hold on anymore.
My footing and grip fail me
And I fail myself.
I fall from the rope/beam
Into the big black hole beneath me
Fear has got the upper hand
The fear and bad demand to be felt
I let it and it takes ahold.
No fight to fight back
My rope and beam has fallen
To pieces…just like I have.