Hanging on

Often it appears I’m just hanging by a thread

The thought of it snapping fills me with dread

I hover dangerously near the breaking point most days

And wonder what would happen when the cords broke away

But I’m always pulled back before the breaking point I reach

So far the wall of my resilience has not been breached..

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My well-being in a precarious state of balance remains

But it gives me confidence, all the same

That the fragile-appearing thread is strong enough

That I can stay afloat in waters rough

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Despite a million things that I have to do

I am still hanging on, it’s true

Let that be motivation to not give up for me

I shall continue to hang on, for my sanity