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i am balancing on a thin string suspended high overhead
i prepare to step, careful not to lose my balance
weight cannot be shifted too rapidly!
no, NO!
don't look down
i am terribly afraid of heights
why am i up here anyway
must i really be the center of attention
it was so much easier when it was just practice
there was a net - and there weren't so many eyes
they're here now, though
and all focused on me
how will they react when i fall
oh, some will gasp i suppose
others might say i shouldn't have been up here in the first place
the rest will roar with applause as i plummet from my perch
they are jealous of where i am, what i have become, what i signify
they ignore the truth
it's not really about me at all
i am nothing special
they could be where i am
i didn't come here by myself, nor can i stay on my own
so i focus my gaze on the other side
i block out the fear
instead i think of my patron's encouraging words
"no one can snatch them out of my hand"
i take another step toward home
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