Balancing Act

Here I stand 

precariously,

clinging onto 

smallest scraps of 

things

to which I build 

the floor beneath 

my feet;

a shaky tower 

of treasures and 

trash that I 

cannot bear to sort through. 

A push,

a pull,

a breath in the wrong direction 

leaves me teetering, 

off-kilter,

vulnerable. 

And so I 

try to be everyone's 

anchor to tie myself 

down,

and I smile 

and pretend 

that I'm not balancing 

on the line 

of (in)sanity.