This day I go forth
thanks to a friend,
Big John!
Fear hath kept
my soul caged
in lonely silence.
Now I am free. (?)
My wings are still wet,
for I have just left
the security of my cocoon.
Wrapped in the swaddling
of a new born spirit
I venture out on the NET.
Here I go.. Out on the tightrope!
Trepidations and yet
eager to see the world,
I take baby steps.
No comforting arm
to grasp when I am fearful
Just my own equilibrium.
Don’t look down..fool !
I inch my own way
across the crevasse
of self exposure.
My gut is filled
with magenta butterflies
in a bile green soup.
What keeps my rope taut?
If I fall will my
scream be heard
or just ignored?
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