You throw turmoil 

At me, 

then expect me to 

show calm?

You command honesty 

of me

Then want to play

hide and seek,

stay hidden behind untrue?

Unquestioningly now

I walk thru

Fire...yes, 

what Nani said is true

sharper than sword

is edge I trod

thinner than strand

of hair

Weak is soul, so meek

in fear -

if I slip then

no stroke of luck

or helping hand

is there 

to pull me over 

to shore.