Pride would push me over.
Humility holds back.
Sarcasm defends, guards.
Empathy lets me feel.
Bitterness keeps the wall up.
Kindness tears it down.
Chaos hides truth from me.
There is beauty in the orderly.
Even in the fog,
I don't have to be tripped up.
If you share with me,
and I with you,
pain won't be able to hold me
by my collar, out over the edge
of the cliff. You took me
by the hand,
pulling me back.
Someone has to go first-
I would do the same for you.
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