I gingerly slide my feet
along a deteriorating tightrope
holding in anxious thoughts
One slight slip
of thought or balance
might send me
Tumbling into the abyss
of emotional chaos
and uncontrollable tears and sobs
I try to hold onto
pleasant thoughts and wishful goals
just beyond my fingertips
I’ve forgotten
what it feels like
to be happy
These days
I’m not even sure what
will make me happy
And I know
I’m the only one
who can figure that out.
--Sasha Wolfe
