The triangle
she dug without ever knowing,
she wanted to do everything
exactly perfect
so there were no more slip-ups.
The edge she clung to
closes earlier and earlier each year,
but with each new month
the expectations grew.
The weight of just getting by
the downward pressure
having to balance
out of control cards
the minimum payment
seemed all she could ever make.
From one hand,
to the next,
to the other
just as quick as that
numbers passed from one account
to the next.
She cried.
With one real tryout
a remarkable wish she whispered
not knowing when the ax
would eventually fall.
That one final decisive blow
to end all questions.
With one option,
worse than the next,
she sold a percentage of herself.
That next morning
was unlike all the rest
the weighted expectations were simply removed.
In complete and total disbelief
she realized
there won’t be any questions or calls
she must of checked her balances
a million different times.
She had been saved
and for the first real time
she prayed to someone.
A weightlessness in her mind
she received the biggest gift.
Finally free to drift and float
she swears
each new purchase
will be made with purpose
making sure
never to fall back
in that dark hole.
