A Slim Thread

The drawbacks were many
Set up in random, thin lines
As if they were equal
As if nothing else mattered
But love is discriminate
With its pitiful adoration
Exchanged for consequence
Sprinkled with an ignorance
That verges on the unkind
Separated by a slim thread
Like a dance on the tightrope
With eyes firmly shut
Blocking out the cruel world
But in the balancing of scales
She means more than iron
Weighing heavily on my soul
This emotional release
Sliding across the thin line
To meet her in the middle.

Sam