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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I balance on a tightrope. Surrounded by lovers and dreamers, I teeter above a raging sea. I admire their glossy smiles and envy their bright-eyed confidence; envy is a sin, I know. Please forgive me; a lie would carry more guilt. The waves crash in dark shades of gray, still they smile. Their laughter from all around pierces the thin air. I teeter alone; I may or may not fall. My fate is undetermined, in my own hands; the tragedy today may be tomorrow's comedy. Their laughter echoes... On a day like today, the fresh tears sting. If only I could wake from the nightmare, pry open the windows of my tortured soul. If only I could charm the feral...if only. Oh, the skeletal monsters we are bequeathed! Yes, I understand the meaning of loyalty. A fool believes the wicked will fall. A fool believes the merciless will change. Can a hollow chest develop a beating heart? I chisel stone walls, searching for a glimmer of hope, a flicker of humanity behind steel beams. Could you spare a token of remorse? I dare to drop a coin in a fountain of wishes. A pocketful of coins jingle as my wishes sink to the bottom of the venomous waters. I am patient as I teeter on the tightrope. The audience cheers taking pleasure in my pain. Blood pulsates through my veins, yet I feel cold winds penetrate my soul. I refuse to cower or live in contention... Blood is thicker than ink. I find my balance in the written word, a gift of life! Words sometimes spill from a bleeding heart. I beseech the ghosts of the past to end their haunting. Their breath is the frigid wind. I find shelter... Tempered is the skin of the wounded. Who knows what may lie beneath the flesh. In the mirror, you may find a frightened child in need of love. Most find the strength to balance and stand. Every step brings me closer to solid ground... I am reaching for you. Please take my hand.
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