I am a full time undergraduate student majoring in a B.A. in History, with a concentration in Near East Studies. My intentions are to attend Dallas Theological Seminary in Dallas, TX and to work in the field of biblical academia.
A Preposterous Place
One foot left, only one foot left before a fat knot.
I slip somewhat and I feel it.
I suppose skin is on the rope and blood too.
Their eyes see me, but they will not look at me.
Facing otherwise, looking with suspicion.
Slipping
Six meager inches remain and their eyes widen not.
The Mind races on the options.
I have not ever looked down, for fear of darkness.
They have already seen the other side of my feet.
The Knot
The knot’s end is not nearly as comfortable as imagined.
It grinds with the twist of the rope, into my fists.
There is no gasp from my audience. No urgency prevails.
Partly sad with that which follows; partly expecting, they watch now turned to me.
One Handed
I am simply at the end of my rope and hold to the last with one hand.
My tries are in vain. My teeth grind with the pain.
The Fall
Darkness envelops me. They have turned to another.