edge

 i dance along the lines

the sheen of the web
a lie
that speaks of a slippery slope

the truth
is that it
grips 

holds

binds

captures

i am teetering
holding tenuously
to my balance

each movement
i make holds
an uncertain outcome

each step 
propels me 
in a different direction

i try to look
forward
beyond

the glare
off the strands
is blinding

tears sting 
my eyes
the edge is all i see

i hold 
my breath
and step