The line

I struggle
I struggle
I struggle
I struggle
I struggle
I struggle

Striving to find the perfect font for this post, I decide to keep my struggles above, seeming rather fitting.

I walk a fine line
shaking, striving, wanting, being, aching, panicking
the line I walk is small
barely holding me
but it does support
it is keeping me alive

to one side of me is the vastness that is hope
the vastness that is faith
truth,love, passion, desire, rest and peace

the other side
welcomes the cynic
it calls
it beckons
it cries out
it is safe
it is protected

but it is alone
it knows no love
it questions
it doubts

i teeter on the fine line
craving one, but absolutely terrified
to trust, to believe, to let go, to love
the release
of belonging
of rest
BUT
the fear
of it lasting
the fear
that comes with trusting

i inch toward the cynic
protected
cowering
aching
but safe all the more

there is one that supports the line
keeping me alive
keeping me breathing
making sure I am safe
that I do not fall

but this one will not choose
that belongs to me

oh maker of all that breathes
and all that lives
grant me strength
to make my choice
boldly
bravely

no longer
to teeter again

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