On the Edge

Trigger warning!
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Constantly shifting and parrying
One small misstep
Is all it takes to fall
When you are
On the edge

A thin line betwixt darknesses
The only light tread
In this weave of nightmares
Bright hope is scarce
When you are
On the edge

Unending battles and skirmishes
No path to ceasefire
Scraped raw, skinless
When you are clinging
To a sharp edge

Trapped in loops of the past
Shackled by demons
No space to break free
When you are balancing
On the edge

Blind to joy, trust, peace
Deaf to caring words and hearts
Mute the screams, silence the tears, hide the pain
Drowning in a well of sadness
Unable to reach out or be reached
When you are living
On the edge

©RedCat

Written for myself and others I care for. Who like me is battling depression, old trauma wounds and mental health issues.

I wanted to share how it feels to live on that edge. When the edge is all there seems to be. When there is no light on the horizon. That’s why there’s a trigger warning. Because from that place you don’t feel hope. Can’t imagine a happy ending.

Another poem about edges I written is – After.


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Shared with dVerse — Poetics — Edges and Fringes.

Where tonight’s mission, should we choose to accept it, is to spark on one of these paths:

  1. Write a poem using the word edge;
  2. Write a poem that keeps Millikin’s question above in mind.
  3. Write a poem using the word fringe;
  4. Write a poem from the fringe, however you define it.

Obviously I choose number 1.


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14 thoughts on “On the Edge

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  1. I admire how you describe that path and the intense emotions that fill it. I don’t go along with everything Freud has to say, but when he talks about trust vs. mistrust as one of the first things we learn, if the foundation is mistrust. It’s not something that can be reasoned away either! I saw a picture the other day that sticks in my mind. It was of a bristlecone pine tree, the longest-lived of trees on earth. The caption said that most of the tree can be dead but still it sends out its green branches and enjoys living in the sun. I like the idea that we don’t have to be completely alive to enjoy living. Thank you for this poem. As you can see it struck a chord with me <3

  2. I’d been an edge dweller off and on most of my life (though not so much since I met My Beloved Sandra almost 30 years ago), but your work certainly still resonates. Thanks for sharing so beautifully. Write on.

  3. So graphically describes depression …. the toughest battle to fight. May you find those who care and give you strength.

  4. You describe that battle with depression so well. It’s one I have fought many times. I fight it on a periodic basis actually, but now I win more often than I lose. It is important to write about these issues and to raise awareness.

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