Flutters in the stomach
Focused through the eyes
Inhales with the nose
With intention, air through the mouth externally subsides.
The muscles are in tune
Each motion, thought and step.
Drawn into the core
A grounded control now is kept.
The feet are planted
Delicately, yet firm.
Heel, ball and toe
With precision, balance holds.
The mind is focused
Each particle of the being, flexed.
Gazing into the internal
For external precision to be kept.
The head held parallel
To the Earth that is below.
The pupils shift their gaze
To maintain the adequate flow.
The ground that is beneath
Does not rest flesh with the feet.
The ground that is beneath
Far in the distance can be seen.
Each toe, like a mechanism
Grasping firmly to its stand.
The wire that is below
The only substance to hold its part.
Suspended in the air
On a tightrope in this scene
Focused intrinsically
To the matter of the beam.
The world around in motion
Its continuation churns.
The being ever so focused
All else is a blur.
Suspended in the air
Carefully monitoring each breath.
Suspended in the air
Yet the motion is kept.
Gradually, the fear dismisses
Disintegrates in the mind.
As confidence and strength
In this motion the being finds.
Set in the groove
Comfort in the sway.
Until before the being is faced
A fork in the way.
The rope's direction does not continue
Where there was one, now are two.
The being hesitates
Vulnerability displayed.
To halt is not an option
To freeze the motion of the limbs.
To lie down, impossible
For a deviation equates to a miss.
A missed step
A falter from the control.
A release of the balance
A fall from the height in which the being holds.
The flutters in the stomach
The tensing of the chest
The felt swelling of the throat
Anxious tension now is met.
This direction or that
Which is the way to be seen?
This direction or that
A decision must be made to proceed.
To walk forward in life
To continue the journey that is to be had
We must continue onward
Through changes and deviations
Through pivots in our way
Through moments of triumph
Through moments in which we are sad.
The flutters that are felt
The unease that is shown
The bodily hesitations
For what purpose are they known?
Suspended in the air
In tune from head to toe.
Terrified in the moment
Which way is right to go?
If that fork were not present
If a decision did not have to be made
If the course simply continued onward
As it began until its grave
Would there ever be growth?
Perspective gained through understanding,
Through experiences in life?
Would there ever be strength
Felt in the grounded intention
Of the being's role that is in sight?
Whether suspended in the air
Or feet flesh with the soil
A fork in the road
A pivot we must make
A way we must adapt
Many questions are at play.
To strive to cling to the purpose
That those changes may one day bring.
To strive to cling to the promise
That an unknown plan is amongst the scene.
Suspended in the air
Flutters in the stomach reside.
She takes her foot and steps onward
Believing that through whatever is to come
In her life, she will be fine.
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