In Poetry

I’m being chased by a thief,

a monster,

hanging at the edges of my life,

waiting to steal from me

my movement

my joy

my smile.

 

In the dark of night I feel it

breathing close to me

waiting for the day it will overcome me.

 

But not today,

today I am dancing for all I am worth,

Leaping and twirling with all that I am

To keep the monster at bay,

And living in gratitude for my life this day.

 

And carefully guarding in my heart

my hope

that that ‘day of the thief’

is still

—far away.

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