Six weeks after the death of my grandparents
I dove headfirst into the ocean of marriage,
like a sideshow high diving horse,
fearless, wild-eyed off a steel pier at the shore.
It was a carnival act;
I had married the strong man.
It turned out he was the clown.
There I was on the edge,
gawking at the depths below me,
unknown seas surrounding my performance.
I closed my eyes and launched,
flying, soaring momentarily.
Leap of faith,
and poorly placed in him.
But gravity always has its influence,
and I began plummeting.
I wasn’t just any horse,
I was a well trained performer,
and I knew how
to do more than just tread water.
I knew how to swim.
The day I signed my divorce papers,
I knew I had made it to the shore.
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