Tightrope Walking

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: January 28, 2011

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I’m walking on a tightrope

Trying not to fall

I bend my feet to curve to its shape

Pretending I don’t feel so small

 

It’s an act of perfect balance

Walking along a tightrope

I’ve just got to remember

Don’t give up hope

 

I reach the middle of the rope

Suspended in the air

And I look around

Searching for someone who cares

 

I know I can’t fall

I can’t bend this way or that

Or I’ll slip to my death

In this circus, that’s a known fact

 

I hear people laughing

My heart is pounding

It wants to escape my chest

It’s a war drum sounding

 

Someone on my left

Is pressing against my side

I almost lose my balance

Seeing as there’s nowhere to hide

 

I stumble from the pressure

It’s gaining every minute

I’ve got a ways to go

But now it seems infinite

 

A tear slides down my cheek

And I try to hold it all in

But now

It just feels like a sin

 

There are people in the crowd

Watching me seems like a pain

Like if I fall

All they care about is the stain

 

I push back against the force

I cannot give up

But the pressure gets harder

And soon, I’m just stuck

 

I’m standing on a tightrope

Begging for aid

My feet are bleeding

Then everything seems to fade

 

My head gets all dizzy

Beads of sweat begin to form

And the pressure gathers up

And then it swarms

 

I’m falling off the tightrope

With my arms outstretched

It doesn’t feel too bad

Forgive me if this seems a little far fetched

 

Suspended in the air

A thought comes to me

And I start to think

Why couldn’t I see?

 

I’m falling into darkness

The more I fall the darker it becomes

It gets so mesmerizing

That it would be so easy to succumb

 

Falling, falling, falling down

Down into the deepest depths of regret

My whole life flashes before me

And then--

I’d never been so grateful for a net.


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