Tightrope

I am teetering on the edge of greatness and ruin 

Walking on a tightrope stretched taunt with anxiety 

The icy wind howls around me 

Pushes into me

Daring me to let go; to stop being so stubborn.

I look down

My feet are bleeding from the rough rope 

Turning blue from the cold 

My safety belt has fallen off long ago 

It would be so easy to give up. 

But then the tightrope gives a lurch 

And my heart joins in with a backflip 

And suddenly I'm afraid to fall 

However soft the landing below me might look

I know it will be the end of my journey

And I'm not ready to go home yet. 

So I fix my gaze on the horizon

And take another step

Teetering on a tightrope 

At the edge of greatness and ruin.