It’s slippery, this slope,
This tight rope hope,
Strung across the Valley
With no visible end.
The air lurches past,
A stumble, then a gasp,
And I have nearly fallen.
With my head down, resting,
Up roars the longing, protesting,
And the trench reaches toward me,
But I walk along untouched.
Balancing and advancing,
I am so afraid of falling.
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a collection of things I have written in college
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