Sometimes I feel as if I’m walking a tightrope. Without anyone’s knowledge. This daily balancing act I navigate on my own.
Looking always for some safe spot to land, but never really finding it. And so I continue to balance, swaying back and forth.
I’ve seen others, read about others who have found what it is I search for. How long did they struggle, how long did they balance on their tightrope finally daring to jump.
And all I see surrounding me is quicksand, waiting to pull me under. Should I call for help? Should I reach out for a hand? Who do I trust?
And still I balance, wavering, shaking with the tension, knowing that I’m too weak to continue much further. Too weak to call out for help.
There is but one spot for me to land, a speck in an ocean of failure.
And still I balance, the rope starting to fray.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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