I’m not the
edgy girl.
No tats, no spikes, no dreads.
No piercings, no punk.
I may
on certain
days
look like the herd animal who
waits
and waits
and watches —
hour by
hour.
In truth,
I love to teeter on the edge.
I love the glance.
There are lifetimes in a glance.
I love the sudden moment,
the realization that points me toward a choice.
I love the choosing,
rife with possibility.
I love the release,
the willing trade of certainty for chance.
I love the dance,
the should I? in full blood alliance with the windswept YES.
I love the joy,
the fearless taking of the Yes Yes Yes.
I love the leap,
the secret willingness to fly.
I love the fall to earth,
my home, my love.
Waves may be small, but oh
I love
the splash.
© Pam Goode
Pam Goode Writes 
I really enjoyed reading this, Pam.
“the willing trade of certainty for chance.” What a fantastic line.
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The edginess is in the leap, not the tat.
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Yes it is!
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Nice!
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After sharing our “growing up” years a bit long ago, it has been so much fun getting to see who it all evolved into ❤.
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I agree 1000% Chip. We’re all a beautiful mix of “then” and “now”, and while the evolution made me who I am, those high school years definitely set me on the path.
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Sounds so much like a girl I used to know and admire at Duke all those many years ago — always branching out, but never pulling up roots. Very nice work!
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Thanks so much Elliot! It’s been a very good way to live a life. I’m stronger, but definitely pretty much the same.
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Beautiful blog
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Thank you so much!
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