High Hopes and Tightropes
I carry the weight of the world, but these feelings of pain, depletion, and exhaustion have only made me stronger. I have come a long way, but that is because I don’t know when to stop. Blood drops drip off my weathered hands. Tear drops fall to the ground so far away. The day I began my climb was the day I left my past behind Each day, I get further away from the person I was. Now,…












