pause & breathe

 
sometimes I have to close my eyes
muffle my ears so I can't hear
there's just too much going on
behind the scenes
...of me
& external influences are more dangerous
too easy to fall in over my head
& I'll be honest...
I've never been a very good swimmer
sound overwhelms  
battering my equilibrium  
visions are too bright
like crawling out...exhausted  
...after days in a cave
blinded
simply too much
it's a balance thing
as I fight to steady myself  
the tightrope beneath my feet so narrow
so precarious  
I have to get myself safely to the other side
before I'm able to open up again  
a deep breath as I step off the thin blade of rope
before I relax
& let it go
 
 
 
disappearing acts generally have causes...life is...life-ing...but there's always the return