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A Tightrope Walk

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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 8/24/2012 6:27:00 PM
so powerfull! and an excellent wrap up! Congrad's on your win. Light & love
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Date: 8/23/2012 7:19:00 AM
Thank you for your comments! Touching and moving words in this poem! Well written! Take care! JP
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Date: 8/21/2012 6:23:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved placement in John Heck's "Dazzled" contest Rhonda. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/20/2012 8:04:00 PM
wow, you must have studied up on what John Heck enjoys about poetry. this is a great example. Great imagery in free verse. It takes the cake, my friend. Big congrats on your win.
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Date: 8/20/2012 9:18:00 AM
Wow.........another poem of yours that just blows me away! Your poems are getting better and better, and I cannot find one line that misses a beat......"tempered is the skin of the wounded"........where words like that come genius! Congratulations!
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Date: 8/20/2012 4:49:00 AM
Congratulations on your smashing win xx
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Date: 8/20/2012 3:57:00 AM
Wow...yes, 'words sometimes spill from a bleeding heart'... what an awesome line which I can surely identify with, Rhonda...exquisitely written poem...congratulations - Tim
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Date: 8/20/2012 2:50:00 AM
Rhonda congrats on your great win...enthralling...David
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Date: 8/19/2012 8:19:00 PM
This is DEEP! Congrats on your win!!
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Date: 8/19/2012 7:16:00 PM
WOW! And I rarely ever exclaim: "WOW!" An excellent write. Congratulations! Peace always, J
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Date: 8/19/2012 9:23:00 AM
A very moving poem, you have touched me deply inside with your words. I still see that frightened child in the mirror, even after decades. I am trying to learn to see past her.
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Date: 8/19/2012 8:45:00 AM
Rhonda wow, I felt like I was on that tightrope with you swaying and swaying not knowing where it was going next, very well done...David
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Date: 8/19/2012 8:23:00 AM
An excellent write, Rhonda! So intense and emotionally stirring. This is going in my favs. Love, Kim
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