Hurricane Tightrope

It’s always coming
The static dynamic end
Never arriving

One step at a time
Eyes on the prize but sight blurred
Stumbling backward

It’s the worst timing
But not at all a surprise
Darkest before dawn

The minutes crawl by
Old demons resurfacing
Seconds slithering

Solid barriers
Dodging the heavy hitters
A full scale attack

I call three to help
To hold off the other two
Tactical defense

And the towers hold
They bend with the wind, but stand
A flexible strength

I will overcome
On dark nights remembering
This is not the end

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~ by songoflove on March 22, 2017.

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