On the edge cascading
truths falling into the gutter a weathered mess
words slipping and muddied with doubt
and intertwined with shame hate blame I always think
I’ll remember how to play the game
to see the cliff
before I fall to grasp at roots holding strong
but the pull into the madness into the swarm
is so much more enticing
than standing above and watching
everyone below me squirm
I am not a publicly political person. I hold my thoughts close and strive to emote love and acceptance of all in my words and photographs. But, I know where these words in this poem above are seeping from. I know how much I want to speak up and jump into the flames.
I found this image last night as I was walking with my boys, just the curb of the sidewalk with some fallen leaves. I tried my hand at splitting the image into thirds, which would be the edge of the sidewalk, the leaves and the road. In doing so, I didn’t even notice I was splitting this image directly in half. There is a dramatic quality to the image that I am enjoying and the crack deepened in black and white added to the drama.
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