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One of my greatest passions at this point in my life is writing. Mostly I just write poetry, but I've always enjoyed writing ever since I can remember. At 5 and 6 years old I remember creating little books about animals and from there my writing expanded. Now I only exclusively write poetry. I've published my own book that is available to purchase here. I'm really proud of all the work I've done and I hope to continue my hobby and maybe even down the line make it my living. In some of my blog posts, I'd like to share a poem or two that I've written. The poem in this blog is called Side-step and it's my most recent work. It's about taking chances. Hope you enjoy!!
Side-Step
She waited until she knew, when the cracks on the rope bridge no longer scared her, each foot taking a cautious side-step to the next block of wood. Then, it seemed like a trial, the grip always a bit slippery, the timing and the cadence of each word, unsure, misguided by a lawyers modest interpretation.
Then, falling seemed out of the frame. Each still image predictable and conducted as clouds dictating rain. She was only a bystander, an admirer of the water’s edge, the foam lapping at her converse, but remaining far enough away in case of a passing flood.
So she takes a breath, lets the shade collapse, as she makes her way over the watery depths. Superstitious, so she crosses her middle over her index in ritual. Leap like a tiger, so sufficient, so secure, to the opposite bank, the side where grass grows anew.
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