Unsteady

There is no way to briefly describe this poem. Read it and see what you think.

I breathe in and breathe out,
Trying to figure out what life's all about,
Why things are the way they are,
Who will come into my life,
Why they do and how.
I count the blessings, and the days,
That slowly pass on broken wings.
I smile, I sing and dance upon those unsteady things.
Life's a risk, a chance to take.
Trying not to make things break.
My heart, my soul, my will, my whole.
My whole what?
World of course, the only thing to get me through the worst.
I count the blessings and the days,
That slowly pass on broken wings.
I smile, I sing and live upon these unsteady things.