Balancing Act

Crossing chasms of chaos
   she's slipping softly swaying
on ropes of restless  reposition

Windy whispers worry in
   tugging toward terrific turmoil
or blissful brilliance brightening
   perched precariously
   trembling terribly
right where she belongs

How long can she hold
   when falling in failure feels

Jumping justified
   ending errors eternal

But she holds haphazardly
   knowing nothing
but the wire on the wind
taut between two extremes

Holding hands 
Allowing arms
   to anchor ambition
Focusing feet
   to follow forward

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