My sun

My sun

A Poem by Dakota Jean

I am walking a tightrope in the bright, blinding sunlight. I nervously take my first step towards infinity. One hundred feet below me is only cold hard dirt. My ring master said a safety net would take away from the show, distract me, consume me. I am alone high above the audience and I hear them gasp with fright as I wobble my way across the rope. My ring masters voice encourages me but the sun is too hot, I no longer have the darkness to even me out. I brake into a sweat and move faster. The rope just keeps getting longer and longer and the ground further away. I want to go back to the twilight. But there is no turning back now.

© 2015 Dakota Jean


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Dakota Jean
Dakota Jean

Largo, FL



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19 year old blue-haired gay being from Florida. Don't be afraid to critique! I find that as the best form of compliment. more..

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