The Cresting of a Finale`A Story by DannyLynne Riley
And so it begins...another day I wake and put into motion my
passion for this dance of life...cresting in the raw...To master every
graceful motion and don without dignity the masks of serious dedication
and borderline obsessions.. to live, eat and breathe the quest... to
stalk it until it bleeds with every last ounce of heart and spirit and
the perseverance of soul...a soul that is contorted and bent...but not
broken for although They will push and pull, trample and bend those
efforts are anchored in futility as I refuse to step down...I refuse to
let that spark of hope be snuffed out. I have always danced softly. My
toes barely treading on fate...terrified that somehow I would get in the
way of the natural order of things, so I would step ever so softly on a
mine-field of finale`s ...but my dance is dawning and my curtain rising
on a relevancy that I may have had it all wrong...that maybe...just
maybe we control our fate ...that we do make it
happen...perhaps not entirely but we do play a significant part, not
only in that which we strive to make happen for us...but sometimes even in the things that happen to
us as well,and though the dance is ever elusive and hard to map out if
you close your eyes, clear your mind and stand very still you will hear
faint traces of steps in position all around u and in that one moment
when your eyes are opened, you wake from your sleep to find your stage
has been set with the most obvious of realizations...that the steps you
tried so hard to learn and master are, in fact, the very steps that you
yourself had choreographed before the curtain ever opened...and all
along...it was you.
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Added on October 30, 2011Last Updated on October 30, 2011 AuthorDannyLynne RileyEugene, ORAboutI was born in Springfield Oregon...but grew up in the Southern regions of the country. At age 15 I entered into a world of prostitution and heroin addiction that nearly claimed my life. Through it .. more..Writing
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