I dance along the edge
becoming increasingly aware
of how close I am to falling.
It is not knowing what I will find
when I fall that terrifies me.
Each move in this dance
makes my journey more dangerous.
Falling,
I may lose what little control I have.
But still I continue to dance.
Who will pick up the pieces?
Will there be any pieces to pick up?
Pieces.
Who will I have become
when I am put back together?
I have at various times,
in my life,
avoided pressing questions.
Fear,
limited my choices
lest the next step would change me,
would necessitate a change in my life
that I did not want to face.
If the tears start,
when will they end?
Will they end?
—Laura A. Smith
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