Tightrope
Its slippery
and frayed
it sends splinters into my feet
tiny droplets form
tremble
shiver
before they drop off
invisible as they join the rushing river
impossibly far below
barely balanced
a tiny wobble begins in my legs
i squeeze my stomach muscles tight
stifel the tremor
i can hear the wrath of the river
it reverberates through me
pounding in my body
a soundtrack for my finest or final moments
i have reached the middle
forward and back are the same now
out of fear i put a foot behind me
no telling what lies ahead
or if i’ll ever get there
but my foot slips
i feel wet rope running past my heel
suck in my breath
and catch it with my toes
arms outstretched
every muscle now taut
praying out loud
repeating the same words over and over
and i don’t even know what they are
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