You walk a thin line,
occasionally falling into insanity.
Too many things go 'round in your head.
Up till now you've been all alone,
alone to fall from sanity.
But now you feel that loving touch,
the one that's tried to hold you back,
from falling from the brink,
to death from insanity.
That helpful hand and strong presence,
makes you want to live another day.
Live to love and relish once more,
in the life of one not troubled,
by the weight of reality.
That loving, caring touch,
becomes your's once again.
It makes you want to fight,
to regain your conciousness.
Others used to push you forward,
to make you leave yourself behind.
Noone ever stopped to lend a hand,
till now that lifeline wasn't there.
You must cherish that now,
lest you ever lose it,
for without it, fragile your balance becomes.
Instead you must cling to that which saves,
and can make a line turn into a wall,
a wall that protects your fragile sanity.
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Submission Name: Sanity
