On The High Wire Poem by Gert Strydom

I think no other person has a life just like this,
where continually I find myself on the high wire,
try to map the lifeline and every step could take me down
into the depths of the abyss

where distance is another perspective,
children without reason do take me on,
challenge me and do not expect that I will react,
I am startled at the thing called true love,

where every word and act has to be measured out,
even in church the head-elder and elders do gun for me
say things about the person that I am and my so-called friends
and mere lies bring them to their knees

where I have no pole to balance me
have to guess at the next step and the others beyond,
while my wife does see a threat in every other woman,
even when I am only being kind,

where unemployed life is hard and harsh,
while in this I do not beg and God does provide,
and I am under constant attack
while no one wants to take responsibility for their deeds

but then in all of this while the wire is taut
a sudden change does come,
while my perspective remains the same,
the perspectives of other people do change,

where the children love me when I land at the rim,
my wife still is hopeless in love with me,
slowly God does rearrange the things in His church
but at times I am balancing on a mere pin.