For a long time I struggled with moving back and forth between recovered from and reliving my past. I figured out quickly that until you’re all the way there, there is a fragile balance between heartbreak and recovery.
The place tucked between heartbreak and recovery.
Where you can be swayed either way by the slightest discovery.
A simple smile, enough to pull you through.
But a haunting memory can hold you back too.
It’s a bad situation this fragile state.
The past can still hit you like a train full of freight.
A simple thought can wrench on your heart.
Give it a moment too long and it tears you apart.
Flirting with the edge, you still climb the trail.
Hoping that you hold together, you’re not too frail.
A simple misstep puts you back in free fall.
To get anywhere here, it requires your all.
You feel you’ve shed the pasts heavy weight.
But you’re still stuck here in a fragile state.