The tip of a turn
and off we go
on a new way
to who knows where.
I stand and look
I feel the ground
I fall again
and turn.
To what has been
searing sadness at the loss
Innocence lost
Again and again.
A shadow cast
My dark form
Turns
And finds a way.
Stumbling, sliding, flowing
To the bright
That tempts me
Over and over.
I cannot stay still
I wish I could
But all is turning
Phase to new phase.
I take my breath
And go.
Monday, December 21, 2015
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