Life is a tightrope i walk with a staff in my hand,
taking tentative steps, i veer wildly from side to side…
the rope is thin and my steps are slow, but i have to reach the other side soon...
Often i am on the verge of falling into the abyss below….the treacherous rope threatens to snap,
my feet falter, but something makes me hold on...
I want to let go, to let the earth pull me down in a crushing embrace
But i cant, the trusting smile of a baby reminds me i have to walk…
i don't know what is on the other side...
but it is one place i have to reach to stop the abyss from swallowing the pretty child…
So i walk, veering wildly, staff in my hands, on a treacherous rope….
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