a measured hold

Text reads: My life is a measured hold, lived between steady and gone. Every moment examined for where I stand—or fall, balance relearned. I don’t say this out loud but I am afraid: Is this the day I lose my mind? A person sits on a cliff ledge.

A poem I wrote about mental health and the struggle to stay in balance.


a measured hold

My life is a measured hold,
lived between steady
and gone.

Every moment examined
for where I stand—
or fall,
balance relearned.

I don't say this out loud,
but
I am afraid:

Is this the day
I lose my mind?

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