Funambulism

I am walking a tightrope
woven from the love
of those who are dearest to me.
Right now, it is as safe
and secure as the broadest bridge,
yet always I am aware
that one day it may break
and send me spinning ~
falling endlessly
down the bottomless well of despair,
far from the sunlight
that bathes me in its glory
while the rope holds...

So many, many things
could deprive me of that support ~
things that happen to others
but not - yet - to me ~
ripping away the fragile line
that sustains my life
in the blink of an eye...

I shudder as the shadow of thought
passes across the sunshine of my love.