Cheerleading

Only one foot on the platform
I cannot sustain my balance, for long
Wee hours of desperation
I try out my last consolation
Only to discover
The people who believes in me
Are the ones who make me strong
Without their hands below
I cannot rise, and spread my arms
With proud glory and valor
And if I fall
Their compassionate arms would be there
Waiting for my frail body
To be caught
and to make me believe I’m still alive
for the next formation.