The Tightrope

On the tightrope.
My arms out to balance.
Now I bow to the vultures circle.
Waiting for the lives they know shadow death,
but quicken to the ones that are so callous.


On the tightrope.
I think I can see, but
blinding is the shadow to my own disbelief.
The circle closing in as the sound of wings
becomes more clear. I was never so callous
to justify being devoured like I never even existed here!


On the tightrope.
One step I took, and
a force that could move the world fell
against my soul. Within one breath I knew
in the plummet, during the fall, a moment of
reflection of the life I'd lived.
The life I wish I'd lived.


Then I knew the callous was me,
and before I hit I was no longer in disbelief.
The vultures wait with spite and grief


Back on the tightrope.
My arms out to balance.
Now I bow to the vultures circle.