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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abnormalvaverage
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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