Forward

Found a little,

Not much.

The strength is there,

A string I tied to one end of the hole,

I threw it out to the other.

A quick tug,

It seems to hold.

I have done some balancing,

But this is a hard one.

Walking out over a hole,

A hole so deep I cannot see the bottom.

Nothing to hold onto,

Nothing to either side to catch me if I fall.

When as a child I walked along the beam,

I could see the bottom.

It never hurt too much to fall.

What will come if I should fall now though?

I do not want to think about it.

Do not want to think about anything.

Just keep watching the other end,

Slowly coming into view.

Just close my eyes and let the tears fall,

While I continue ever forward.