Baby Steps

Baby Steps

A Poem by Ua

I have created a space where echos don't even exist.
A place where feelings were supposed to be protected.
A home for the nights wind to roam free, a place where I could be me.
Stolen by slight of hand to become a solitary man.
The night wind howls through his chest.
Making his hand cold as the tripping fool takes another knee, staged like a play, but his acting is so vivid, so pure, I could swear he actually believes every fall, every line, every time it is said.
And again..
And again...
He picks up the rope.
He starts walking with the rope as on a mission to use the rope.
He trips on the rope.
He scolds the rope and pushes it away wallowing on his bottom.
Then, as if he had never seen the rope in his entire life he gets that maniacal idea smile.
He picks up the rope.
He walks with the rope.
Rope trips him.
Rope scold.
Maniacal smile.
Would he still be doing this if no one was watching?
I swear he would.
It is mesmerizing, every time, every single time, i really believe he is gonna make it through without tripping. He is such a beautiful actor and I am sure he has no clue what he was actually planning with that rope except to trip oneself. I do not know how to say goodbye.

© 2017 Ua

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Added on October 25, 2017
Last Updated on October 26, 2017



Detroit, MI

I write to stir my emotional pot, it is my process of getting to know myself and feeling more comfortable with my rider. I hope in turn this will get me closer to knowing some of you. Speak your tru.. more..

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