Poetry: She Keeps Me There

I dance on the blade of the sword

It’s not that I want to be there,

but that I must.

She drives me this way and that,

across boundaries unspoken,

through a life too heavily examined.

If I were to fall I would not bare the burden of the world,

but I would be one of the problems..

I might be glum sometimes

And I might complain of jade,

but I will not let the world fall from my shoulders.

I cannot fall from my blade.