A Thin Line

There is a thin line

Between dreaming

And delusion

She teeters on the edge

But never, ever

Does she let herself fall

For she knows

The difference

Between a crutch

And a good pair of walking shoes

On one side

A place to hide

It’s perfect here

But it’s not real

And you always have

To open your eyes

On the other side

A way to be

A path to truth

Being who you are

Daily

The hard work

And forward momentum

However slowly

Each day

Every step on the journey

Part of that dream

Yes, there is a thin line

And she can see both sides

Holding tightly

To that which is real