Walk the Knife

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I walk a knife the sharp side, With stockinged feet. My soles meet The bloody shark, my bride. Cut deep, spread the wound, Find the sick in here; Heal the fear; Keep my fleeting mind tuned. Find the illness, cut it all out. Give me solid ground All year 'round. Give me my blood, without Knives, without trees and rope, Without adding pain. I cry in vain: "I cannot cope, I cannot cope."

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Lynn Marie

Date: 2/25/2017 4:16:00 AM

Very well said Darren. The alternative is not really one, and your line "heal the fear' is one with three very powerful and liberating words that change lives. Great meaning, wonderfully expressed :-) blessings, lynn

Darren White
Date: 2/25/2017 1:07:00 PM

There is no alternative, no :) Everyone has to find the courage to walk that rope, that knife on socks one day. And make the best of it. Thanks Lynn.

Probir Gupta

Date: 2/20/2017 9:51:00 AM

Wonderful ... Relatable with joy ..

Darren White
Date: 2/20/2017 10:12:00 AM

Thank you, Probir.

John Herlihy

Date: 2/20/2017 4:44:00 AM

Love the title and the image. It's so appropriate. Many people need to "walk the knife" and do so in different ways, because "they must". Nicely done. John

Darren White
Date: 2/20/2017 6:35:00 AM

Thank you, John. We have, because we have to cross that abyss, don't we?