That Razor's Edge

This poem had its birth back in 2013. I looked back at it recently and messed around with the cadence and tone. We all deal with fear and whether we should stick things out or not- that razor's edge. Do we cut or not? I feel quite a bit more comfortable today with the line "But why worry" than I did when I first penned it. Sometimes the most painful times are the most meaningful times.

But Why Worry

Sometimes

I think I don’t do enough,

Sometimes

I think I get too engrossed.

Sometimes

I think I’m missing the boat,

Sometimes

I think I’m pushing too hard.

The tasks, the rules- is it necessity?

Are they worthy links or weighted chains?

Sometimes it sounds so damn alluring

To jump and let it all fly away.

What’s the right tenacious grab-

How much to cling forever to?

Sometimes

I’m teetering on a razor’s edge.

But why worry?