The earth shifts and quakes.
I lose my balance once more.
Shifting, bucking up and down,
the chasm grows once more,
pebbles and rock scatter down.
The bridge sways and tightens
ropes straining under the pressure.
I hear the creaking in the ropes
as the peak on the far side rises,
trying to move out of reach again.
I stumble back and fall on my ass,
tears welling up in my eyes.
Do I chance out across that bridge,
slowly breaking until it is but a tight rope,
or hold back in this place of safety,
wondering if there will be a chance
in some future time, some future place?
Perhaps in a different lifetime the goal awaits.