most of my days are spent on the precipice of “low”
one wrong move, one misstep
and the world darkens
shoulders up, jaw clenched, breath held
grasping for every card contained in my back pocket
maybe i can find new cards
i think.
the stack grows thinner and thinner.
some of my days are spent on the exhalation of “high”
No wrong moves; All good steps
My world is bright lights and warm sun on expectant skin
Laughter supernova across my face
Love and kindness and compassion and home
When I am good, I am oh-so-good
If grace is the marriage between the “low” and the “high,” am I the love-child of indecision?
or the bastard-child of unacceptance?
In my world, opposites don’t attract.
They split.
They diverge.
Binaries polarize.
I am learning how love-children and bastards live in-between.
And, I’ve no home yet.
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My Taylored Life 
lovely, .heart warming.
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This is very deep and touch on I believe some sensitive things. Great job 🙂
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Life is made up of lows and highs…I like our freestyle writing. 🙂
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I meant your free style writing 🙂
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These words are deep and intriguing. I love the concept between the high and the low… some days are like that. Great work!
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Life has its ups and downs that we navigate like sailors on the sea. Love your free verse!
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So deep, emotional, and heart-touching. Good comparing.
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