Poetry: Tightrope

It’s a fine line, a tightrope we walk. Here is a powerful, little piece I wrote in 2017 perfect for a pandemic. Tightrope I’m walking a tightrope. Narcissist, self-loathing. I’m capable of anything, but do nothing right. I am perfection, destruction. I am damaged, recovered. Keep my balance or plunge to my death. The pressureContinue reading “Poetry: Tightrope”