Balancing upon this razors edge,
i fight
the terror, panic and pain.
While demons drag me down,
and faceless people cry,
Jump.
Upon this razors edge i stand
lost in a mist of despair
self loathing
and doubt
i linger.
While,
family and friends await my inevitable demise,
Praying I'll stand
Praying I won't fall
Praying, praying, praying.
Hopeful
Caring
Useless
Upon this razors edge
the blade cuts deeper
once
twice
three times
it never ends.
i waver.
Unbalanced,
guilt ridden,
struggling to understand.
All i see are
cruel eyes
sad eyes
strange eyes
my eyes
...Loving eyes?
Once more I hear,
gentle voices echo in the blackness
calling to me
guiding me
supporting me.
A sliver of light pierces the dark
where my dying body now haunts.
Once more
a healing glow radiates within my soul.
The faceless naysayers and crier’s of doom disperse into a fog of doubt.
Family and friends fill the hollowness within this empty void.
Hands reaching out
Lifting me
up,
up,
up.
Until I collapse into open arms
to smiling faces
to pure
unconditional
Love.
...Yet,
i balance upon this razors edge.

Jason
Too many people I know, suffer from mental illness, through no fault of their own they feel unloved, unwanted, a burden. Reaching out takes more than words. The work is hard. Yet the reward of having them return to us is immeasurable.
About the Creator
JBaz
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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Comments (15)
Loved it! Very powerful
Jason! You are an incredible poet! Woah, this piece is powerful. Incredible imagery, and you did an amazing job bringing us to that chaotic edge. Brilliant and important piece!
If mental health was referred as mental fitness like physical fitness, people would open up to their concerns. Your poem is dark yet hopeful. Superbly penned!!!❤️❤️💕
A well woven stream of despair, hope, and a sharp edge between! Great entry, JBaz!
Jason, you are a poet with a deft skill for bringing together beautiful, heartfelt, unapologetically tough at times, words in a stunning and impactful way. I know the razor's edge well and know many people who've danced, tiptoed on it. This was just powerful writing, sir. Sensitive, and pointed in the right kind of way, towards the people that can help by checking on people they know and love that might be suffering. Just, can't say enough times, how great this is.
Excellent spot of dabbling!
So relatable and so well articulated!! I love this dabbling in poetry Jason!! Very well said, and concisely written!! Great work Jason!!
So heavy, yet hopeful - there is genuine depth and profundity in this piece. Thank you for sharing, Jason!
This is really very good. Painful though.
Well-wrought! The razor's edge, also known as the narrow path between death and the devil. I'm not the first to wonder if what we now define as an illness is a lost faculty, and the despair arises from its atrophy in a culture which has little use for it. There are many possibilities, but for my part I have learned that Art Saves.
What a powerful poem, Jason!
This felt sooo relatable! That last part hit me so hard. Loved your poem so much!
Terrifyingly beautiful; the pain expressed palpable. Sometimes life without a safety net is inexpressively difficult and deadly!
Goodness this was so powerful, and honestly a bit too relatable. So well written, my friend. You captured how it feels to balance on that wicked edge.
I love how those started out so down, but then the narrator was lifted up, and in the end he's still there on that edge. I think a lot of people have those moments, and I could change daily. Well done, my friend.