I’m dancing along a purple tightrope,
Bare toes gripping on, holding on, holding on…
Below are memories of days at the beach, playing games of Articulate, drinking pints of Coke,
Running through fields of lavender, smiling, warmth, love, holding hands
I could trip, fall, splash into them, but I choose to continue, walking the tightrope…
Although I can’t see into the blinding darkness ahead,
I hope a thousand stars are waiting.
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