Tightrope(poem)

Tightrope

We spend our whole life

Walking on earth

Like it’s a tightrope; 

An tiny line

Dangling in the sky 

Filled with so little hope.

These tiny lines now  crease our forehead

 Every time we fake a smile

Souvenirs of pain

Now furrow our brow

From walking on earth

Like it’s a tightrope

We are living on time borrowed

So, please…

Mend your broken heart,

Know there is tomorrow...

Live for something else other than this sorrow

Because what you give 

Comes back to you-

Let your happiness 

Manifest

Into a future 

We otherwise would have missed