Tightrope
I'm walking that tightrope between love and hate fear and faith
Greed and generosity
Scattered and scared to solid security inside of a safe
Getting too high on a drug called hope
Reality is raw as I cough and I choke
I'm walking that tightrope between darkness and light
Calmness and chaos
Fight or flight
Divine is the day that turns into neverending night
Meekness and might
Mice and monsters
Angels turn into ashes falling into demonic dumpsters
I'm walking that tightrope between silence and screams
Dead ends and dreams
Freedom turns so foul...soon to slavery
war and peace...synchronized...all one and the same
I'm walking that tightrope between methods and madness
Smiles and sadness
Toxic are your tears...treasure turns to trash
I stumble and I slip...I can't take this trip
Fast now I fall...on Christ now I call
With the wings of the wind I fly hard from my sin
Fear is faith in the devil...now leaving that level
I once walked that tightrope with the balance of a beast
That tightrope gets thinner as it unravels and unwinds
In strong holy hands I rise like the sun and I walk in His peace
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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