The Tightrope Walker: A Haiku

I teeter above the void of life’s inner battle;

suspended from chaos and anxiety’s kiss

by the thinnest of strands–

what is left of my soul’s strength…

I watch the band grow thinner under reality’s grasp

until it is as delicate as the whisper of a breeze.

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