When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be

a poem by William Willis, Scotland

Horizontal lifeline, true magician of tension
Performance important, demand for high suspension
Hypnotic in my movement, white eagle like hands
Danger lurks below my apparatus' high demands

Canvas for the clinical, human fantasy of flight
Cut throat execution, like a jackal in the night
No grappling for grip, with magnetic like limbs
A dashing high flyer but with butterfly wings

Ariel gypsy dance, seductive rehearsed aviation
Practiced till proficient, I fear not trepidation
Momentum in my movement, it is not a routine show
Painted faces, red of nose watch my show from down below

Time is catching up with me, my timings out, I think
To, and fro..... To.. and, fro, think my bar is out of sync
Draughty rips in canvas, ghastly gusts they fill my lungs
Safety net is lowered and the drum-roll has begun

Silent prayer to maker, from my pulpit way up high
A triple twisting somersault, please don't let me die
To and fro..To.. and fro, let me rule these high trapeze
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be

As per my friend John Trent's 10th Inspirational Title Challenge.

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