Too many metaphors to get off the ground

So many bear traps Right now it's the bed I feel no one is out there Beyond the inches past my face I'm in a sliver of a void The reality is I'm in the dog house for not pulling my weight Conceptualising it Numb and zoned out Needing to snap out of caring But not over compensate with desensitising It's a delicate game of placing ball bearings in system based on levers and fulcrums I need to walk carefully Carelessness here and my whole self could drop I'll be up and out soon My daughter just has feet first skulling to master to pass stage 5 swimming So we'll factor that into our Saturday swim This new addition to my week of swimming with my youngest is liberating We dance in the water Dive to the bottom Pretend to ride bicycles in a race Swim through each others legs Glide across the pool Without being self conscious It's beautiful That's why I hate being stopped in my tracks Any part of me at peace is in liberation Disapproval closes me in on myself Makes me heavy I can't pull my weight if gravity increases 100 fold I just explained out loud But I'm told told told as a response I don't think I was heard So I grind to a halt like the jaws of the bear trap seizing up, jarring against a mismatched shape, nothing to ease it either way delicate balance creates my existence flight is not achieved by adding weight the mechanics of the animal is ever so important