The Ascension
Dancing on the Precipice
Dancing, swirling
Through an unending endeavor
Hanging on the slippery slope
Waiting for a quick pull of the lever
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Will we fall, land on our feet?
We spin infinitely into the vast universe
Perpetually echoing a fervent cry
For help to endure the very worst
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This world is a hoax of twists and turns
A precarious balance of the unknown
Often murky, nothing is ever as it seems
In this life we so often bemoan
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Still we trudge toward the destination
Onward through toils, tears, ice, and snow
Hope invades despite insidious despair
Driving, propelling though the step be slow
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Precipitous for all that the end may be
We fight it with instinct borne in the wild
Endurance persists, taking firm root
As though, in this existence, we are beguiled
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Beguiled, intrigued, and bewildered
With our many apprehensions
We stumble yet move, dancing forward
To the ultimate precipice of our ascension
About the Creator
Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Comments (1)
This is such a bright poem. Adore it. Keep up the marvelous work!