Balance on the Edge
Between the voids, a bridge is drawn,
A fragile thread where dawn meets dawn.
Each step a whisper, each breath a pause,
Balanced between nature’s silent laws.
The earth below, a steadfast might,
The skies above, an endless flight.
Yet here I sit, where realms converge,
At the edge of chaos, on the brink of surge.
No tether binds, no anchor holds,
Yet in the stillness, the story unfolds.
The weight of being, the pull of sky,
In perfect tension, the soul will lie.
For balance is not a place to stay,
But a dance with forces that sway and play.
To hold the middle, to face the unknown,
Is to find the strength to stand alone.