Lord how do i continue?
Thy carries the freight of past horrors and future possibilities,
Upon my shoulders
Such a sense of disquietude.

I may fall due to this Lord of Light!
as every step i take on this tightrope,
flashbacks of dreadful memories come back
putting me off balance!
Nay!

I must take a step back,
or two
or fall!

Put me out of my misery Lord of mercy!
As i wobble on this rope,
trying to find my balance
How!
When their is nothing beyond this tightrope!

Lord!
All i observe into the distance is fog!
the future is bleak for me if i continue
on this tightrope!

Hail the Lord of Forgiveness!
looking behind me i see fog
what if i just jump?
from this tightrope