a fine line
between everything
and it’s opposite
the world’s hanging
on a loose rope
pain and Suffering
thick minds and hollow hearts
we’re running on quicksand
breathe
let go
breathe
take my hand
wait
i’m scared
not many caged birds can sing
you freeze, crack, feign your presence
it’s too cold to watch the sunrise
but I’ve captured the early morning dew in my eyes
trapped the sunshine under my scarf
meshed with locks of hermit hair
I’ve held the memory of that moment
with tight fingers
then slipped it in a locket
I wear it around my neck
so even when I let go
it rests against my soul
breathe in
breathe out
it moves with my heart
weight
i’m light
i’m hanging on a delicate chain
and there’s beauty in that fine line