If you think of life
As a tightrope to walk across
The length of it being the span of someones life
How it could be cut a any time
Or how someone could fall off
Then there are many different types
Some get thick ropes, shoes, and the skills to make it across
Other can't balance well enough and fall off
Some only get strings that cant bear their weight
Others are lucky enough to get thick planks
Allowing them to waltz through life at their own leisurely pace
Some are lucky enough to get a safety net
A chance to get back up again
Others have nothing to catch them when they fall
And other's nets break from the force of the fall or heaviness of their heart
Everyone making it across their tightrope at a different pace
My tightrope used to be easy
Like a slackline with a strong sturdy net a few feet below
So many chances for me to fall and get back up again
But now it a thin wire that cuts my bare feet making them bleed
My tightrope drips red to a net thousands of feet below
A net that will break if ever I fall
I often slip
Barely holding on
My lifeline biting into my hands
Making me bleed
Begging me to let go
But I find my way up again
As blood steadily drips down below
I continue on my tightrope
Telling myself I'm fine
It's all in my head
I look forward down my wire
No end in sight
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I write about being ftm trans* and other stuff. Some unfinished, others finished. A mix of the good and the bad
