Human Existence

We stand, not still, but swaying with regrets
wrapped in whirlpools of choices, chances, echoes of steps we never took.
Each ankle bound by silent storms, each toe trembling on shifting ground.
Yet here we are
upright, undaunted, dancing on the edge of collapse.


Quadrille at dVerse

RXC #405

32 thoughts on “Human Existence

  1. Very atmospheric for the season ahead, when all the withering (at least in my neck of the woods) preceeds the dimness and cold of the coming winter…

    …and yet wait long enough and spring will round the bend. Hopefully humans can break through some of the spell that is a creeping worldwide darkness.

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  2. That’s just how I feel these days, Reena, ‘each ankle bound by silent storms, each toe trembling on shifting ground’. It’s scary, ‘dancing on the edge of collapse’.

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