High atop my wire
I balance
Considering my choices
Past and present
One foot in front of the other
No return to safety
The fear of falling – constant
Hanging in the balance
Waiting
A steady breeze, a strong word
Enough to end it
A constant battle
Emotional and physical feats
I’m done with this circus
Fine defending my actions
Done defending the cuts that run deep
Done defending this entire affair
Forget it? Impossible
The highs of the single strand
The bone crushing lows of my fall
But move on?
I must
Sing, Little Bird 