Insecurity

We walk a tightrope most of our life
very much afraid of the fall.
We step carefully one foot after the other
and are not sure-footed at all.

We're afraid to look down
And we fear the height
One false move and our security
fades quickly from our sight.

Insecurity builds up in our mind
and starts its dangerous attack.
We become afraid of what we must face
and know we can't turn back.

Some can overcome this situation
And leave the tightrope behind.
But most will walk that tightrope
And what is it they will find?
Insecurity.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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