Balancing Eggshells
By: Kayla Small
Maybe dark & maybe light
A little complicated
And always a fight.
Although I push
All the time
Grace is the goal in finding what’s mine
It hurts to know that I have strength,
To overcome each new length
And when I don’t
overcome
The bold, the messy,
And darkest sun
Here I am again in pain
Running, jumping, with each new strain
I remind myself that without it too
My life would be empty and probably blue
So how is each day a fight
But each moment off never quite right
Is it a loop where I’m stuck?
Well, I guess that’s the case,
And it sucks.
But until that day
Where quitting is brave
I’ll keep taking my meds
And talking to my friends.
