Balance Poem by Gregory Huyette

I jostle my high wire ‘tween heaven and hell.
Smelling roses above; feeling cinders as well.
I’ll lose my balance and seek help from above.
As I totter and tremble, please guide me with love.
I’ll slip often before reaching the other side.
I hope you’ll be there to balance my slide.
My demise will only come if I fear a fall,
By losing faith in myself and your lasting call.
My high wire is fraught with myriad dangers.
Balance will always keep cinders as strangers.