Smoothing the Jagged Edge
Living on the jagged edge,
The slippery slope of not enough,
Only touching solid ground
In the moment after midnight,
In the flicker of a nightlight,
In the shadow of a dream
Lies the ghost of a chance
For existence to be real,
Solid, touchable,
True.
The jagged edge smoothed over
The slippery slope
Gripped tight;
Hint of hope, shade of a secret
Key to the doorway
Of maybe, possibly,
More.
Copyright © Ginna Wilkerson | Year Posted 2006
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