Chutes and Ladders
It is only a semblance of sanity you live,
a tightrope dance, chasms and chutes on every side,
but fortunately, most of them have ladders.
About this poem
Reviewing my week. A lot of us live on the edge of sanity. Just fine most of the time, but when there is too much storm and wind… less so. Functional still, but with knots in our stomachs. We fall.
And then we get up, and climb the ladder back. A slower trip than the fall, but worth the journey.