Balance


I teeter desperately
Caught between love and pain
Trapped in an open mind

I would move forward
If only I knew which way that is
If the world had known dimensions
But it does not

Turning
Turning
I never see the same things twice

Except for you

A mirror of my panicked breath
A reflection of the past touching the future

Help me
I want to say
We both know that only I know how

I will reach out to others
To stand on my own

I carry beauty
Seen by your eyes only
Songs played for your ears
Heat from your touch
In clouds of cinnamon warmth

Yes the fuzzy edges dissolve
As I become whole.

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