Street Frequencies, Soul Clarity

A Poetry Expression

Tightrope walker on watery strings, defying gravity's whim, stepping lightly between heaven's tears, maneuvering through storms and worldly fears.

From day one, I was taught not to look for diamonds in a pile of common stones, but here I am, in life's great book... walking between the raindrops, spine drenched, but standing strong.

Steps become a gamble, every pause a risk, dodging droplets, a galactic dance, the beat of time, a water disc, spinning stories of circumstance.

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Taught to settle, to stay dry and still, but restless souls seek higher ground, climbing ladders made of will, where uncommon gems are found.

So I move through liquid curtains, embracing paths both strange and new, certainties fade, nothing's certain, except the sky's endless hue.

Walking between the raindrops, I rewrite rules of earth and sky, for in this space 'tween wet and dry lies the truth we can't deny:

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That life's not found in staying safe, but in the leap from drop to drop, in spaces small, where most won't chase, we find the strength to reach the top.

I walked between the raindrops because those who spent their whole lives under the sun got nervous when the storm hit, without pause, I danced in storms where others would run.

Given that in this dance of doubt and grace, we find the courage to embrace the path less traveled, the road unknown, where seeds of greatness may be sown.