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Follow The Trail

I, danced along the strings, I

knew so well

Ever careful of a wrongly placed foot

Life dangled precipitously upon these twisted cords, each

Demanding its own form of attention


I, took my steps around

Slipping on the aggressors

Faces with shuttered eyes glancing from their own threads,

asking, pleading

Making their ultimatums, making

their choices for me


I, never grow tired of the movement

Sliding along the golden wires

Placing myself between two lines, simply

Enjoying the option of choice, no

Single person should decide for another

I, Dance for myself,

I, Choose my own journey





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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.

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