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Tightrope
-In Hurrying We Might Fall but in Stopping We Go Nowhere at all.
English: The Tightrope Walker Deutsch: Die Seiltänzerin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A fear of sanity.
The emptiness of silence
Pierces the soul.
While the manic hurricane with its violence,
Tears us into pieces with frequent storms.
Neither brings us satisfaction
Only serving to move us to and fro.
Don’t Look Down!
Yet trying to walk the tightrope of perfection,
Never works neither
And it is inevitable we may fall.
Still we must walk and waiverNever left nor right at all.
Upholding the thin line of morality
To prevent an endless fall.
bardicblogger 
Teri, nice to see you…it’s been a while. I love the messages in this nicely written poem. That perfection-thing is my down-FALL.
Thanks, nice to see you too. I think my downfall is the same sometimes but I can swing too far the other way sometimes and leave too much to chance.
“the tightrope of perfection” – sigh. I know it well. Fall or stall is the name of my game.
I seem to be at my best when I’m at my most moderate, oddly enough, but sometimes I can get overzealous and become too fixated on trying to do things exactly right.
Good luck with your new shop. I’m sure it will all turn out. x
Nice. As a perfectionist, I really felt the tension in this one.
thanks very much. x
Perfectionism is a trap that keeps us from risk taking. Thank you for sharing the poem.
I also think that the opposite of perfectionism can be just as much of a problem too. Absolute chaos can be just as bad for you but then we must occassionally take risks in order to progress. Thanks for the feedback.