And I will close my eyes
As I walk across this unstable tightrope
Well cognizant of the rocky terrain below
The inherent risks of my balancing act
Teetering precariously on the edge of free falling.
I will not peek at the distant ground beneath
For I know it will only petrify my wobbly feet
And I will not pause to allow doubt to overthrow
Like gusts of wind, destabilizing my locked knees.
If I open my eyes, even for an instant, I may cower;
So I will allow my instincts to take control
Ignoring the influx of critics who may never recognize
That this narrow rope is the only passageway
Between who I am, and who I potentially could be.
The Therapy of Words 