Dance with the Darkness
Peer from the outside as you pirouette through the walk of your life.
I will dance with the darkness. I will fight with the light. Send your wishes to the edge, that’s where I live.
All I do is lose. All I do is gain. Hoist me up and I am a slave to my imagination. Watch me walk like I’ve got time in front of me. The sun lays my shadows behind me.
My mind is only weak if I succumb to the state of my reality. Perhaps it will take my absence to make me a trailblazer. But it was never about me. It can’t be. I won’t let it. Fold me four times and see if I wrinkle. Cross me three times and see if I’m still there.
Success will test my mettle as much as the greatest adversary. Happy is a realm I can inhabit if I accept that I am never actually in control.
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David Fournier
I am a writer, poet and performance artist. My whole life I have loved the beauty of words, whether I'm writing them into a narrative or using them to make silly voices. I am poised to publish my first book and kids series.
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