Tightrope 

by John Bourke

The clearing’s edge is etched
Where the light falls,
Beyond the lines of language
And the heart squalls.

An urge impels me on
To look out for you,
A tightrope-feel surrounds
Letting go for you.

In darkness and rejection
Loman’s well-liked man respected,
Arms outstretched and sightless eyes
I stumble, step and torture towards the edges.

John Bourke is in training to become a psychotherapist, at present undertaking the MA in Psychotherapy in DBS. John has a particular interest in Integral Psychotherapy.