Tether

Some mornings I rise with the weight of the sun, Pushing against the world. The grind pulls my bones, a relentless decay, Building a house of cards that falls by midday. I tell myself it’s just temporary, But I’m sinking in waters I can’t divide. A voice in the quiet, calling my name, A whisper of comfort, wrapped in shame. There’s a line I walk, too thin to hold, A fragile thread, then I fall. The edge feels close, but I don’t know why, Will tomorrow bring light, or will it betray me? The mirror reflects a stranger’s face, Eyes that flicker with a haunting trace. Each breath a question, each hour a fight, To make it through the day, to survive. I try to keep it all together, But cracks form fast, they can’t be sustained. I laugh with the world, but it’s empty inside, The failure I perform, a pain I can’t escape. There’s a line I walk, too thin to hold, A fragile thread, then I fall. The edge feels close, but I don’t know why, Will tomorrow bring light, or will it betray me? What do you do when the darkness calls, When the walls lock you in, and the ceiling falls? I scream for help, but the echo’s gone, Can't see forward or even run. Is it fear of the end, or fear of the fight? Is it losing myself, or losing the sight? A tether that pulls, a weight I can’t see, Is it holding me down, or holding me free?