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Out on a Wire


For so long i've been trapped

Above the waiting eyes on the streets below

Listening as they've cheered and clapped

Me on, as if my struggle they know.

 

Across the way lies my final destination

Separated, it from I, by a single swaying wire.

To astound a nation

I must cross it step by step and quench the fire

 

Burning inside me from fear.

A couple of times I've tried,

Yet I've not come near

That step of faith, and I've lied

 

Oh so many times to myself,

Saying that next time will be for real,

That the next time I'll bound across, nimble as an elf,

Finally reaching the other side and the happiness I'm destined to feel.

 

Alas, here I stand

Waiting in vain 

For someone to send me a helping hand

To get me across and end my pain.

 

I went through hell

To get up on this vantage point

Only to hear the sweet bells

Calling out my name, waiting to anoint

 

And bless

With love so sweet

That will finally give me rest.

If only i could, on the wire, place my feet.

 

Yet, one night

Came to me, a wraith,

That caused me to shake in fright

When He told me of little faith

 

That all I had to do

To get to my Promised Land

Was to push through

 And believe despite the ominous things I see,

 

To hold onto the gentle hand

Of my loving God

Whose protection of me spanned

So far and wide it left me awed.

 

I took my first step on the wire, and

He did not let me fall.

Now my soul was afire,

Not from fear, but from giving Him my all.

 

Now I can finally touch the bells that for have so long sounded

So beautifully from afar for me.

Now with incredible love I'm surrounded, and

No longer trapped, but free.

 

 

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deltadawn04
<p>This poem was created to reflect my struggle with depression, and how, through my fatih, I was able to overcome it.</p>

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