Dancing the Abyss
Rich, poor, no matter.
Creeds, convictions,
colors,
compassions, no matter.
Every path through
life,
and everyone,
everywhere
dances a few times
along the abyss
and passes through
terrible typhoons and
tornadoes.
If it's not of one
sort, it's another.
Everyone breaks in a
place or two
and wear a few deep
scars for it.
We all find out sooner
or later
what this old world can
do.
Some fall and don't get
up.
These have to wait for
another lifetime
to move through the
pain.
Others regrow, patch
and repair.
To some they appear
haggard,
torn and tattered, but
where their scars are,
a light now shines and
they are stronger.
Dewey Dirks
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