Barefoot
Walking on the tightrope
High above the ground
Without a net
Not even a pole
For balance
Free styling a bit
Have to get there
To the other side
Why
I don’t know
Can’t see
The other side
Already lost sight
Of where I began
The cable is tight
It’s windy
I’m raked with fear
Started with big
Bold steps
Confident
Now doing the police walk
Heel to toe to heel
Arms outstretched
Glad I don’t
Have to touch my nose
Desperate
For some sort of balance
In an imbalanced world
I could just jump
End the mystery
Of the abyss
Bottom or not
Maybe there is a net
Beyond my view
So tired
Been walking for a while
Want to sit down
Go to sleep
Slipping has its attraction
End this difficult path
Was once
On an 8-lane highway
No cars in my way
Vast fields
On my sides
Could move without
Worry
This way and that
Kept getting smaller
As the lanes went away
Now this wire
Beneath my bare feet
Toes wrapped around
Arch straddling
Heel holding
Knees slightly bent
Can’t look down
Not even back
Just going forward
Step by delicate step
Balanced
Centered
Aware of myself
Arms so tired
Aching in my shoulders
Feet getting raw
From the course
Tight braided wire
Feels like it’s getting
Thinner
There’s a dialogue
In my head
What’s the point in it all
Why continue
With the struggle
Just jump
Let your foot slip
I can’t
I’ll find a wider path
Don’t know when
If not today
Tomorrow
Or the next
Easier to navigate
Open with options
Not narrow any more
Only one way now
That way
Over to where
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