I stand in your Spotlight

Arms raised high above my head

I’m careful not to step outside the circle

For a while


But then I do


Dancing in and out

Of the circle of light

Careful not to break the flow


But then I do


The lightness is ripped into pieces

I collapse

Half inside, half out

Of the circle

Of the spotlight

Unsure of my next step

I curl up

Turn my back to you

In protection

Feeling so vulnerable


Zitta – written on 11/12-2013

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