Tipping Point

When I look down, I see the world underneath me.
The world of uncertainty and novelty.
If I look back, I see the world that was with me.
The world of certainty and familiarity.

This time please just let me fall.

Fall deep, deep, deep, into the abyss.
Do you know what it’s like to feel like this?

I’m certain I’m sober, but I feel drunken.
I’m high above the clouds, yet I feel sunken.

This time please just let me stand tall.

Let me shout it loud, shout it proud.
That I am good enough, I am good enough.

I am at the tipping point.
I am at the breaking point.

I am good enough.
I am good enough.

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Tipping Point

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