I Live In Fear

I live in fear of sliding one way or another, keeping my eyes open at all times, my hands at the ready.  The ground is slippery and I try not to fall.  The heat from above calls me to the flames, so warm and inviting.  But I promised, is a promise that important? The glare from the sun is bright, too bright to look up from my feet.  My eyes tear as I raise my head, streaming like waterfalls.  Just like when I find myself there, stuck in hyper-drive, sliding from side to side.  Tears begin to form and I try to close my eyes, trying not to squeeze them out.  I look up, hoping they will somehow absorb back into my tear ducts.  Your face is tight, waiting for an answer to a question I didn’t hear.  Screaming, but no sound comes out and I’m stuck wading by myself in a sea of confusion.