Good Morning, An insane Quatrain… 
Here I am alone… in my acrophobia,
In a place I never wished to be.
Walking the wire of life without a net,
Feeling much like someone lost at sea.
Here I am alone… high on the wire,
With my bare feet too far off the ground.
Striving hard to keep my balance,
While I am trying to not look down.
Here I am alone… with eyes strait ahead,
And head held high mostly out of fear.
With a constant effort not to waver,
I will “keep the faith” without a tear.
Here I am alone… in my angst,
Haunted by the things I should have task.
Knowing far too well the answers,
To many questions I will not ask.
Here I am alone… trapped in this mire,
With many things beyond my control.
Seeing my life quickly fly by,
While I am busy looking for my soul.
Here I am alone… and with each new step,
I approach the far end of the wire.
I see my life unfolding slowly,
In the end, can I ever retire?
Love, Dad
Tightrope Picture: Lawroberts