Cusp

You were always on the cusp of things; between

Aquarius and Pisces; between

families blended; between

lightest light, and darkest dark; between

feeling too much, and too little. A shield,

perhaps, to guard one from the other.

Or maybe you were the extremes, not

the between; the edges of you far

from the cusps of your duality. I suppose it depends

upon the when of things. The cusp you were born upon pushed,

and pushed, until it had no choice but

to push back, springing with such force you landed

back at the cusp

where you died

on the cusp of spring and summer

on the same waxing crescent of the moon.

OIP

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8 responses to “Cusp

  1. I really really like this one, Terri! It especially speaks to me.

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  2. Elizabeth Gesualdi

    Simply beautiful.

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  3. Many hugs to you, Terri! Wishing peace and healing this weekend, and always.

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  4. Lynne

    Wow. From so deep in your heart to reach the depth of ours. ❤️

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