Jump

Tip toes
on top of the world.
Arms held out in an arch above your head,
face turned skyward as tears climb wearily down your face.
Step by step, toes pointed downward before you set them flat
then rise back to
tip toes.
Every movement is weak, feeble
and powerful as those below stare up at you.
You turn to hear them gasp.
Then as craftily as a god
You bend at the waist, holding your balance
in Mid air.
You defy the rules as you raise higher and higher
arms pulled to your sided slowly move out
like the wings of a bird.
Still, you stand on tip toes, then you left one foot
and arch it just as your tears wet the tightrope.
thin as thread, that tightrope,
that you fear breaking it.
You fear that under your weight and the weight of the pain you carry,
it should break.
Funny thing is, I think you should have broke the line and went free falling
back when your wings worked.
Now...
all you can do is jump.

Jump.

~hm. you have to have been there to understand...~