I was a juggler

an artist like

no other

 

launching objects

in air to fly

with my subtle guidance

 

their trajectory

arched to my whim and wiles

 

grabbing more to

balance and amaze

my audience

 

performing tricks to titillate

their fancy

 

Only to be

derailed by

my life of love

turned to a life of

grief

 

my coordination

went dark

along with my

belief

 

that I could manage

and keep suspended

all that was thrown

at me

 

~ d², 09.02.23, 10:58 AM
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