High Wire

Walking the thin line

The cold steel cable, stretched tight

‘Cross the silent void

My light is swallowed

By the gloom, tearing at me

Every inch of them

My broken fingers

The wire cuts them to the bone

Tendrils and sinew

The scent of iron

Bleeding out the rusty musk

Shuddering pulses

I took to the high wire

Walked the precarious way

Falling with my pride

Hung over the void

Cut off and dangling, afraid

Of oblivion

I did not desire

The dark drift, the endless fall

Into the abyss

I dreamt of the light

To walk beneath the blue sky

On the other side