The narrow edge presses my feet
Each step a painful reminder
To my tentative stride
The edge forces me to balance
So that I do not fall
For the fall and landing
I do not desire a hesitant course
With every moment breathed
This walk is not new
Experience tells me where I am in it
This circuitous journey
Entering cycles
breaking some
And remaining in some I cannot break
Allowing myself to walk forward
without the hesitant step that holds back the next one
No a balance must be struck
Where I walk without arms spread wide
When I place my foot upon the edge and though pain might be part
So too is satisfaction
That is equally part pleasure for walking at all
Melanie Davis 4 / 7 / 2015
