Waiting for the Fall

Tired beyond sleep.
beyond bones,
beyond sense,

you persist,
some kernel of stubbornness,
something unexpected in one so soft,

steel softness,
allows you to live beyond all expectations
of those watching you on your tightrope

waiting for the fall.

About this poem. 

I wonder sometimes what makes some people resilient, while others collapse.

And why do we watch in anticipation, for the fall?

Most days I have more questions than answers.

Tom