Thrust into thin air,
Releasing the trapeze
that has been my life,
Up to now.
Buoyed only by the air beneath me,
Hoping that another will come in time;
Suspended in the void,
With the wisdom of hindsight
Seeing all that has been,
I’m blind to what lies
The door to history closed,
Destiny propels me to a new portal
Ahead, slowly sliding open…
This was written I response to this week’s Trifecta challenge: DOOR
1: a usually swinging or sliding barrier by which an entry is closed and opened; also : a similar part of a piece of furniture
3: a means of access or participation : opportunity
What a beautiful poem!Loved the last three lines specially:-)
I’m in love with your trapeze metaphor. You could really build on that!
Thanks for linking up! Don’t forget to come back and vote!
Thank you. It is a powerful and relevant metaphor. And I’ve already voted 😌. There are many great entries this week!
Life is ever-changing…and that change does feel like we’re suspended in mid-air hoping for the trapeze bar (or at least a net to catch us if we miss?)
Hmm..didn’t think about the net as a fallback. So far, the next trapeze has shown up…I’ve been fortunate.
This is cool!
Thank you Draugh!
Beautiful…your words describing our reality with such mindfulness and fluidity.
It sounds like you understand! Thank you for commenting.
How positive 🙂 I like it.
Thank you. Life is good!
As is each phase of life, if one learns from the past and is open to the possibilities.
Wonder description for life. Well done!
I really like: releasing the trapeze that has been my life… This piece just flies.
Thank you..it’s so true, and also the courage to leap towards the new trapeze.