Balancing Act

Walking the tight rope
A thin, thin line
A tethered string
So high
I could fall
Or I could fly
Toes curling around
The rope that leads my way
I see the other side
I see a better day
Terra cotta soil waiting
For my feet
My journey
Still not complete
I hold my breath
Don't look down
The raging river under me
And I don't want to drown
One step
Then another
Gentle the grasp
On the dreams
I don't want to smother
The rope is swinging
But I'm still walking
I've come so far
It's the hope
I'm stalking.