Poem: The Art of Self Exposure

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