Treading with care

I thought I had cracked it.

however-
this is only the sound of broken eggshells
echoing as I fall.

my hopes and dreams spewing out;
running into nightmares
and pain spreading like a forest fire.

Ignited from an old flame.

blotted visions bubble-up on the landscape
where tears streak from my troubled eyes
and my thoughts streaming down hill
into a flood of errors.

my mind has dyed.

Dyed-
with blacken thoughts;
fusions of depression and anxiety
clogging up my arteries, flushing weakness through my body
with my heart wilting strength.

I wake up..

..and raise the blinds from over my eyes,
allowing the darkness, to be absorbed with light

I begin to rub therapy into my wounds
and the salt out!

I will seek an equilibrium, but for now I will have to juggle
things around for a while, until I reach a balance
and avoid falling again.

restoring my picture, which has suffered damage
from the passing storm

... and tread with care.