Safety…
Risk…
Love…
Desire…
Need…
Sacrifice…
Longing….
A line as thin as a razor blade…
As I hesitate or slow down, the sharp edge
begins to cut
into my sole…
rivulets of blood run freely down each side.
I try to find my balance, between the two,
unwilling to slide down to safety…
and I embrace the pain and the desire
as I move forward…
on the edge.
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