Suspension

Suspended in air, I'm walking the rope again,

Knowing there's no close-knit net below.

Times before I cried out in desperation, grasped for assuring hands,

And crabbed the way back to my small safe platform,

But now is not times before.

Stepping out free is exhilarating,

Intoxicating, tasting the breeze – perching on a roller coaster's peak.

This time it doesn't matter,

It doesn't matter if I totter over and splatter into shivers.

I am now entirely everything I was made to be,

And the fall cannot ruin me.