Precarious Balance

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To cry during the night,

so loudly that everybody could hear me,

so softly that I can't even hear myself.

Words that hurt me.


School

Friends

Dance

Love


A succession that in life kills me

and consoles me,

making me stronger,

making me more fragile.


To collapse,

the floor becomes mobile sand,

the head is heavier,

chains twisted aroung my pain.


Permanent loneliness,

shaky company.

It's always darker

It's always more intense.


There was always me,

There were always them.

They loved the sun,

I loved the rain.


Inside the storm,

Praying that it won't stop,

The only way I find my balance.


Clock hands slow down

and the blood in the veins pumps faster

To devise a way to get out.


I close my eyes.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 17, 2019 ⏰

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