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random on…ANOTHER TIGHTROPE …

random on…ANOTHER TIGHTROPE …

 There were gasps from those looking on as she slipped…
& some whispered
“who would have believed such a loud roar
could come from the voice of such a tiny creature”
as she fell…screaming
FUUUCK OFFFFF…
as her tiny pinky toe curled,
clinging to the tightrope…
as she hung suspended…
waiting…
gathering the strength…
to pull her self back up,
find her balance …
& continue the dance…
& so she dangled from the tightrope…
suspended…
time passed…
hours into days…
days into months …
months into year…
who knew how many…
for what is time
when your suspended within it?

The suddenly… one day out of the blue…
some one shouted …screamed…”shes moved”

& those who  had been watching …waiting

to see how long it would be before she fell…

looked up…
& there she was, strutting
pirouetting & dancing…
accross the tightrope again
she dance on sure footed
& as she reached the other side
she stopped abruptly, turned,
tippy toed with graceful flow
back to the middle of the tightrope
she stopped…
on the high wire & in loud voice she called to all…”Have you enjoyed my little dance…
did you like to see me prance…
what were your thoughts when i slipped
hung along so long, with toe tight grip
did you pray i’d get back up on track…

or…did you hope i’d tumble down, fall to the ground

my head all cracked…& to dance no more…

like a broken rag doll on the floor…

did you pause to wonder
what my thought were there
as i dangled, frightened…
alone…suspended up in the air
thinking perhaps…
that you didn’t care…Well, you should know,
that I believed in you…
for surely…what else could I do…

but cling on to my faith in you…

feeling like you didn’t care, oft’times filled me with despair…

For what survives without care…

& now Iv come to the conclusion…

perhaps my faith in you was just illusion…

bcos i have heard your  whispers loud…

floating up from amongst the crowd…

that I was wrong… you didn’t care…
so little point in me being here…

& with that she curtsied & bowed
to all the crowd…

spread her arms like wings…
turned, pointed her toe…
stepped of the wire in a swooping dive
towards the crowd below…
who watched ….
some frowning gasping …
“oh no… oh no… oh no…we didn’t know…”
as she fell to land
broken.. this time beyond repair
leaving nothing more
but a trail of despair…
to hang forever in the air…
where noone
appeared to care…
but NO…
let me tell you,
you must know…
this was not to be the end…
like phoenix she would rise again
this tiny dancer…
on the tightrope…

Author:

I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy, and as a fundamental tool for understanding, and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, photography, movies, painting, dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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