Sunday, April 30, 2017
sometimes on days like this,
the fear is real
that one day, in moments
that we don't even notice or realise
we'll slip back into that space again
like a clinical psychologist,
observing their long-term patient
we know the signs
familiar, like an old friend
fluorescent light bulbs, flashing LEDs
we feel the overwhelming
enveloping fog of despair
we're not there
close, but not yet there
we have a vague inkling
that there's a ledge over the ravine
we're stumbling around
with the ominous foreboding
that one wrong step,
and we'll be in that state
of no return
are we still clutching and trying to hang on?
should we still try?
we hear that voice
hey watch out
we're nearing the edge
let's not fall into that darkness
is it too late?
are we already on the trajectory halfway there?
staying afloat.