Homeostasis

How do I reach that point
of not
tipping?
The balance of weighted circumstances
To be in the even unveiled lull of
daily life
to be
How do I get here to that jagged place
of reasoned out insanity?
The stopping
a question that is harder to answer
living in the median but openly
Where is the gravity that pulled
in even keeled
even endorsing
evening
activities?
The farther away it all seems
I have lost my toes shoes
Once worn with confidence of stiletto walking
bloodied toes a blessing
now with heeled feet
bloodied heart and soul a bruised compromise
I cannot find the wind
I blow the air around me to make way
for
something
Where is that tightrope once
easily traversed?
Wrapped neatly around my neck
I dangle
blowing at thin air and pointing my toes

AL