I’m walking a

Fine line,

Knife edge.

A trembling tightrope

Beneath bare soles,

Each step


I grasp at balance,

Widespread arms,

Fingers clutching at


Vertigo taunts me.

Winds are howling

Like a wolf,

And one more puff

May blow me down.


If I fall again,

Tumbling through

Unsympathetic air

With no safety net,

I will shatter:

My splintered heart


My soul severed,

My mind mutilated,



This time.


Emma H, age 26, 07/03/2017

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