More Even

Homage to Emily 6

From paralysis
Can emerge acrobatics
Which before were deadlocked

And so I soar and vault, but still
Wth trepidation, the depths
Where before I tumbled

I can not tell the twist
Before it comes, but there is stranger
Balance than ever I imagined

I am less than a feather
And still more than my flight
More even than my fright