A delicate tight rope ride
Trapeze artist in the dark
Carrying the burden of the frightened child
A quiver a shake a shadow
She cringes she cowers she rages she spites
She fights she bites and she wishes she could cry
A jerk a slip a tiny push a gentle shove
She flays her arms
Grasp the past
Desperate attempts to return to the known
To live in the shallow familiar hallow
Of a known life
Clinical surgery
No umbilical cord
No noose
No human tie
A beautiful blue sky
Transactional Cut Dry
Shifting worlds through imbalanced motion
And delicate words
Why doesn’t this tape rewind?
The journey of your life
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