I walked home on the fence last night
Between a lie and truth.
I didn’t even gracefully walk it,
Nor did I sit.
In fact, I fell on my hands and knees
With the weight of thousands of thoughts
Running through my head.
One more drop
And I will jump to either side.
I can’t do it anymore.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say and what you do are in harmony.
And this isn’t the case for me right now.
Balancing on the fence is the lie I live.
Most people I know, know that I’m much too hard on myself.
But, the ground is harder
When you trip and fall
Wrestling your own demons.