I am etched with ink,
stretched from yoga
and a dangerous habit of thinking.
I am balancing,
edging my way
along this
lifeline
which someone has placed high
above all of my years,
so that I am trying
(as hard as I might)
not to look down,
and
t
u
m
b
l
e
into the past.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
I am etched with ink,
stretched from yoga
and a dangerous habit of thinking.
I am balancing,
edging my way
along this
lifeline
which someone has placed high
above all of my years,
so that I am trying
(as hard as I might)
not to look down,
and
t
u
m
b
l
e
into the past.
I write a poem every time I turn another year older; here is twenty years old.
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