I find myself
walking between rose petals;
they cover the ground,
and leave little space for error.

I find myself
balancing fine china,
cubes on top of spheres;
always stumbling carelessly.

I find myself
walking the tightrope
that I've never seen before;
hoping there's a net below.

I find myself
clutching my blood,
throughout my entire body.
The source of which is the heart

I find myself
feeling pinpricks in the sand;
I try to keep from sinking
from life's eroding waves.

I find myself...
each and everyday, shivering;
the fear, that encroaches me,
and the dire consequences, I may face.