The Art of Self Exposure
It is slow,
a deathly climb,
a tightrope dance
in darkness
with the dawn slithering
towards you, each moment
reveling your truest
beauty, your truest
fear,
until you stand,
sun reflecting off your soul
in a place where
you will remain frozen forever, or
where
you leap into the abyss
for the audience to see
all.
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This poem was written after reading this article on "The Art of Self Exposure" on the Oprah web site.
The picture was taken at Carowinds, near Charlotte, NC, on a recent trip with my son's middle school band. You can click on it for a larger version.
Tom
2 comments:
Indeed, it is.
I know I have not been "present" here recently, but I must say Tom, you never fail to delight and surprise.
Thank you for your kind words regarding my Gracie girl.
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