On The Edge

Balanced on the fringe of insanity
The rain is a storm of catastrophe
One word could knock me over
As I teeter precariously on the brink
Tempted to wallow in the mud
Made by the downpour of calamity
I exhale my dark and heavy anxiety
Pull light fresh air into my lungs
Look up to the glorious sun
Bid it a beautiful sinking adieu
Bask in the golden pool of the moon
With its powerful drawing force
I am saved from a swan dive
Off the precipice of my mentality
By accepting a recharging energy
Magical shimmering glow
Of the souls renewed electricity

Debbie Gravett © 2020.08.03

FOWC: Rain
RDP: Fringe
Image by Aravind kumar from Pixabay

7 thoughts on “On The Edge

    1. I hope that you have managed to find your way back or find a new way. Sometimes we don’t see them, but our slips are our greatest opportunities.

      I wish you a wonderful day and many wonderful days ahead.

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  1. Oh, the slippery slope of emotion! Thankfully a person can get back up again.
    Your second line interests me because it can work either way:
    the rain is a storm of catastrophe or
    the storm is a rain of catastrophe.
    (Can you tell I love playing with words?)

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