A thin line.
I’ve walked for years,
One leg firmly planted on the side of life.
The other in the air,
crossing the center,
balanced like a gymnast on the beam.
One is here,
where my foot is planted firmly,
and there are times that it feels darker,
than being closed in a casket lowered,
six feet under.
My ballerina toe gets closer
and almost touches that side,
and in one moment I have a thought
that there might be some life in there,
there might just be a rainbow.
But then I lean on my left leg.
The one that is sturdy and holds me up straight.
And I remember that there is a whole lot
more life left to be lived on this side.
So I walk on the wire,
one foot in front of the other,
and I make a promise
to continue to explore this side of the line
with as much gusto as I can.
My right leg obeys,
and my soul decides to continue its work,
and my mind is free,
because I know that death is not something to fear.
When the time is right,
I will lace up both ballerina shoes
Dance Into Eternity!
Sorry for the morose feeling behind this post. I had written it a while ago and did not post it when it was raw. But I just found out that a couple I know were found dead in their condo, a suspected murder/suicide.
I am in shock!
I saw them just a few weeks ago. They were the kind of people you just knew were meant to be together…soul mates. I can’t begin to guess what enticed them to cross over that line, but I suppose I am not surprised that, as they were in life, they decided to be in death…together.
I will miss them.