Terrible teetering me

Terrible teetering me on a razor sharp thin trapeze – uping and downing, floundering, drowning in in depth indecision; they are the band are the world carouseling below.

You are the face are the sky ‘jump up; I’ll catch you’ above. I am afraid am a fool on a razor sharp thin trapeze. Here is my terror, here is my shame weeping and reaching calling Thy Name: I look down.

Donna Pollard