Hanging from chains that reached to the sky, the bar swung back and forth,
Challenging me to dare and see what it is I am really worth.
The pit I dug so deep in the ground made for more dangerous play;
If I were to experience true freedom, then courage is the price I must pay.
Oh, I was afraid – make no mistake; you will get no argument there.
However, greater than fear was that love of freedom, to be alone in the air.
Against the fence, on a platform, raised high above the ground,
I measured and timed the swing of the bar, its whisper the only sound.
Doubting neighbors gathered on porches to witness my attempt;
Those faint hearts of the background who hold the daring in contempt.
The bar descended from the top of its arc, the choice was to go or to stay;
My moment of truth was upon me; now was my appointed day.
I leaped out into the nothingness, transformed into who I would be,
Once safely on the other side with others just like me.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Posted by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts" at 9/09/2006 11:43:00 AM