Once Upon a Time Poems

The Act of Writing

Tiptoeing on a single thread
trapeze dancer descending
into my self,
through a darkness
refreshing.

Not easy to forgive
the rhythm lost,
while groping around
dumbstruck,
with an ache.

Sealed with a smidgen of hope,
a vulnerable vision
inside the depths of the heart,
my longing thaws glacier-like,
through the senses,
yet beyond them.

A beam of light,
this love for writing,
teases thoughts,
in tiny acts of creation
entering through the cracks,
impelling me to live
for something to die for.