Walking a tightrope is where I am
One false move, one misstep
I'm falling to the depths of dark agony
One foot moves in front of the other
A pattern that my feet know
I slow down as an obstacle appears
Like that I was knocked down
Blind sided
Holding on with one hand upon the wire
Anything that could go wrong was
Ready to fall to my demise
I grab onto the wire with my other hand
The flesh of my hands raw from holding on
My body begins to shake and tremble
Pain flows through my veins
I pull myself up until I'm back on my feet
Finally I Find my balance
Just to be hit blindly moments later
Questioning if I had learned anything
I knew then love was just that walking on a tightrope just trying to make it
Willing to take pain for something that means the world to you
Discovering this was the hardest
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely Me
PoetryA shy soul that wants to share the thoughts she couldn't before. Some original and free verse poems that I have been working on from time to time. Enjoy and share. ♥
