The High-wire Act

I danced in the rain today.

I danced until I was soaked to the bone.

I laughed and sang out for the first time in a while.

Then I stopped to wonder if this was normal.

I’ve been walking on eggshells.

But they’ve crumbled beneath my feet,

I look down to see what has been below me.

I’ve been high above the ground walking the tightrope.

Something I was never taught to do.

I have no safety harness,

Not even a net below, to catch me if I fall.

I dance across that high wire, arms extended.

In the pouring down rain.

I smile and laugh as I reach the platform on the other side.

I danced in the rain today.

I danced because I made it.