The tightrope is taught.
The distance is far.
I will take the next step
with arms outspread
in case I have to fly.
I have traveled far, yet there is still a long, long way to go.
I take each step with care
Stop…balance…step…balance…step…
Yet an unexpected gust of wind
blows me off and down I go again,
Arms spread wide like wings.
I fell once before, so I have learned
to stretch my arms to catch the hands
of those reaching out to pull me back
onto the narrow strand I so greatly value.
I extend my arms and float
raising on the wisps of air that threw me off.
I grasp the hands extended in aid.
I accept the good wishes and prayers
sent to the greater forces.
and find again my footing.
I balance…step…balance…step…reassess…
Progress is not always staying on the tightrope of security.
Success includes being able to regain composure
after a catastrophic fall.
I balance…adjust my arms…regain…
balance…step…balance…
and now I no longer fear a fall
for I know I can fly.
