Breaking Point

I’m about to reach
my breaking point,
so close to the precipice
of losing a sense of myself.

I’m hanging off the edge
of sanity and reality,
the fault lines blur as
I gaze to the future.

On the brink of disaster,
I fear what is to come
will be nothing different
than what I’m used to.

But I have no choice
But to let go and hope
when I reach the ground
it will not be in vain.

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