Razor’s Edge

Amy felt like she was dancing

On a razor’s edge,

or on some high wire without a net

Felt like she’d lost a really bad bet

and that one misstep was all she’d get

Before she plummeted

By:J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son. View all posts by J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

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