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If I were to make a metaphor for life,
It would be a pendulum;
Swinging back and forth,
Riding the highs and lows.
But only as long as I can hang on
To the swinging arm that is reality.
The journey taken with each oscillation
Is manageable even at its most terrifying.
It’s only as I lose my grip on the arm
And come crashing down to the ground,
That I break from all sense of actuality…

Here’s how it would happen:
As I lose that last finger grip
I would watch as my view of reality
Moved further away from me
And then, BAAM!
I’d hit the ground and snap into darkness.
What happens from then until waking is unknown,
The life I live becomes chaotic at best.
When I awake from my unconsciousness,
I’ll be a bit dizzy and delirious,
And not recall at all what happened.
As I look up and see my life still swinging back and forth,
I’d try to climb back up and take hold again,
But I’ll have forgotten everything
I’ve learned about how to hold on best…
And I won’t start to remember
until it’s too late.

Today, I can feel my hands getting clammy,
Perspiring from worry, fear and anxiety,
Making the armature more and more difficult
To keep a firm grasp on.
I can look down and see the ground
Coming closer with every swing.
And even though I know what’s going to happen
It’s probably too late,
Because I can still feel myself sweating
And losing my grip…
Struggling to hold on and avoid the crash below.