Written for: Sunday Muse #158 (posted by Carrie)

Fishnets and dance shoes
acrobatic wishes
one foot in front
of the other.  Keep
going, never look
down; never look
back.  I've got
the knack, they
tell me.  I have
reached the middle,
and do not want
to be riddled with
fear of failing,
fear of falling.
There's a strange
voice calling, but
I must not listen.
Keep going.  Never
look down; never 
look up.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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21 Responses to Mid-Point

  1. Helen Dehner says:

    Great write, Sara!!! Your ink is deep, deep purple … the best kind.


  2. msjadeli says:

    Sometimes it’s all you can manage to do.


  3. Carrie V. H. says:

    Love the wisdom and rhymes flowing here Sara!


  4. wyndolynne says:

    Felt this one really deeply–I tend to be the person repeating “the only way out is through” to myself.


  5. Jinksy says:

    I enjoyed this writing- in whatever coloured ink you like! lol ♥


  6. Jim says:

    Hold our breath, think for her, “tell yourself,” “tell yourself,” “tell yourself,” “tell yourself.”


  7. Misky says:

    When I lived in China, I learned this was the only way to navigate through the massive crowds of people. Keep your eye on the horizon, and just keep going. Lovely write, Sara.


  8. Beverly Crawford says:

    “Never look down, never look back” , one foot in front of the other. Excellent advice for a life well lived!!


  9. robtkistner says:

    Living life we are constantly barraged by distractions, large and small. Well written Sara.


  10. Susie Clevenger says:

    Balancing…It is certainly a high wire act. There’s always a prevailing wind trying to tip us over the edge.


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