Bounce

I admit… nowadays I’ve been living out some of my worst days,

constantly tempted to follow, fall, and falter, always trip up

over wires strung too tight, heavy feet can’t tip toe light, tightropes

I’ve traveled over couldn’t handle the gravity of this new weight,

a new balance, accounts dried up, pockets empty, lint lined thin,

out on a limb, dropping the ball so many times I’m afraid to count,

remember; recount pastimes that took time away from real matter.

But the ball’s coming back farther…                 B

Couldn’t handle the pressure once, it all seemed gargantuan, Atlas akin.

But I know it will b                         o

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                  c

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     e back harder…

All the way pumped up, character bursting at the tendons, ligaments,

tending to my garden now, donning light what was meant to weigh me,

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