
there are places
you may never see
out beyond
the end of the known
past the safety nets
where the air thins
the ground is rocky
there is no path
all roads are uphill
where life stretches
you like a rubber band
its in the tension you
find traction to go forward
propelled from god’s hand
seeking destiny
walking fate’s tightrope
eyes on the time when
we cross over the abyss
gaping below like a hungry
thing waiting our failure
there is only one
choice to be made
at the end of capacity
the choice is go forward
go forward past the boundaries
the walls over the pits
the places where the bricks
are missing the cracks in
the sidewalk the shortfalls
the not enough the not
for you not now not ever
bend to the wind and
go forward push the
edge back dance on it
become the one who
draws the line
ignore the line
go where the tightrope
leads
become
the rope