(poem) The Tightrope
Jealousy is a tightrope
the girl steps along
step
by step
by hard step
The steady descent
into insanity
She’s up on the high wire
a hundred feet high
That’s where jealousy lurks
that nerve in the brain
confident in what it believes YOU deserve
graceful in the one-way line it stalks across
Slow and steady
but shaking
Trying not to tumble
Shaking feet above the ground
only the large net near the bottom to
catch the fall
Arms out, one step at a time
the fear of losing them attacks
the brain
the shaking feet, the frozen lungs
the rapid heart
The best circus performer
gets the prize they seek
the special boy
the parent’s love
the instructor’s praise
It’s daring
to stay on the tightrope
You must know balance
patience
the grace to know when to face the net
Can you teach me how to perform?
*2013- Bailey C. Writing
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