Glistening strings danced along

the deepest fibers of my being

They lapped and lounged, filled my bounds

and wound up in my needs

But now the threads, whom I had always dread

are cut through right and quick

I flit and float, on an anchorless boat

wishing life wasn’t quite so thick

Then a day arrives, with joyous sunrise

reminding me of life’s slick groove

So I took a step, with a little more pep

and found my own way to move

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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.