AT THE ROPE’S END

Have you ever,

Walked on a rope?

The start is scary,

The end is weary.

Through the walk,

You find your center.

May be just gravity,

Or life’s brevity.

But have you felt,

The rope’s call?

As it wraps around,

Can you hear its sound?

No need to keep walking.

It says you can stop.

An eternity to be found,

As your neck is bound.

No fear and no fatigue,

Once it begins.

The life will rend,

At the rope’s end.