Pulling it all together, now.
Hold on.
Get a grip,
because your life depends on it.
Breathe.
Take it in.
Let it out, slow.
There.
Now,
better check the tension.
Kind of feels high
on one of the lines,
so let a little slack out.
Woah…
…not too much, now.
Keep it all together.
Can’t let things get squirrely.
Too much room
and it’s all gonna break out;
spread wild
all over hell’s half acre.
Try pulling it all back in
and putting it back in line
after all that.
Remember?
Remember those days?
Couldn’t find a reason
to eat,
or sleep,
or wake.
Just chaos.
Pure Hell.
Yeah, that used to be home.
Destructive stuff.
Wish I’d known better then
and maybe I did.
Maybe I just had to pay the devil
for my father’s sins
and make a small down payment
on my own.
Easy now…
… tighten that shit up.
See how it’s trying to wander?
Yeah,
don’t let it do that.
Eyes up,
on the horizon.
Back straight,
shoulders back.
This is why we train;
so we at least have a fighting chance
of pulling it together
and holding on
for dear life.
HG – 2019
