They say being on edge is like walking on egg shells
But I don't see it like that
I see it more like walking on glass
Egg shells crack under pressure
While glass sticks in your feet
Making a problem out of the following steps
Like a walk on hot rocks
Trying to be gentle to keep everything the same
As if you were never there
And after time it gets harder to hide
The blood from the bottom of your feet
And you sounds you make in pain
That's the part that's hard to hide
Walking on eggshells becomes childs play
Like a bad prank That's just to messy
And might cause you to slip
But rather I see it as walking on a path
A path of hot rocks and glass
Hoping that at some point
There will be a body of water to dunk your feet in
Or a rest to get the glass out
But it being too misty out to see the end of the path
Like a fear that you know deep down will stay
Just a fear
But something tells you one day it won't be
Scared for people to notice the bloody trail
To hear the sounds of pain
Afraid maybe they will add lemon juice to the mix
It's not eggshells
I could do that
But rather glass in the bottom of my feet
Afraid if I keep walking I will no longer be able to hold my own weight
And to scared to stop
It's knowing that the hot rocks are painful
And knowing you should ask for help
But not being able to
Scared to shake the same things that make it bearable
Scared to upset the only things that keep you sane
So eggshells just don't cut it
It doesn't describe the feeling
Of being on edge fearing that something will pop out at you
Even if it's "just a fear"
The feeling of wanting to shrink
Being so on edge you can't even face it
Things that seemed normal are different
Things change
It could start with
A small sound
A dream
Or even a worry you've ignored just too long
But once your on the path
You think if you ignore it
surely you'll catch a break
But soon get the realization there are no breaks
And the danger you feel won't just go away
I hope one day I can catch a break in the path
Even though it's hard to focus on where I'm walking
To focused to not make a peep, and to keep everything we're I found it
But I'm afraid I just might miss the exit off the path
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Would love any feedback! giving another go at this style of poetry, i wrote this when I was in a deep place as a way to not buckle under stress, and I honestly loved how it turned out, any criticism is available! I enjoy the imagination it shows and wonder if someone could relate to the things I talked about!
I really appreciate the deliberate pacing of this piece. The way the rhythm builds across the stanzas mirrors the emotional arc so effectively—it never feels rushed, letting each image breathe before the next one lands. This is amazing and that keeps the reader leaning in. The closing lines do that wonderful thing where they don’t neatly tie a bow on everything, but instead leave the door wide open for the reader to sit with the aftermath. Truly a well-crafted piece; I’d love to read more of your work