walking up on stage
to the rope
feel my breathing
get tighter as I approach
one foot in front on the other
I walk slowly watching my step
and I gather my breath
take a look at the net below
that is where I do not
want to be
I want to be on the other side
and I notice
I am getting there slowly
my feet and my arms balance
me along the way
and I hear cheers from
the audience get loud
as I make my way
and now
it is over I feel relieved
I stand by on the other
side gracefully
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