**Journey into Verse: Uncover the Layers of ‘Travelling Light’ by Paul Tristram**
Let’s ponder this for a moment, shall we? Imagine for a second, if you will, a night so slender it barely exists, and you—yes, *you*—tightrope-walking across it. Feels precarious, almost absurd, doesn’t it? Like balancing a pencil on your chin, then deciding high above a canyon would be a chuckle? Well, perhaps I exaggerate, but balance is the crux of it; balance on that ‘Straight and Narrow’ which feels more like tightrope than philosophy, a means to escape rather than just a path to follow.
How do you navigate when your past nips at your heels like a relentless yank on a circus dog’s collar? Well, you do what any savvy tightrope walker would: move forward. Forward into the uncharted territory of a **New Life Chapter**. Here, you leave the trimmed edges of old photographs flickering in the hearth fire.
You think, “I’ve pocketed some items for the journey,” crucial for future use. But, what are these items? Could they be the memories or the promises of what could be? Or something a bit more tangible (and useful)?
There’s a certain grace to moving out swiftly, like some feline creature of the night, a shadow in your own life’s story. You’re crossing the border from “now” to “what next?” It’s thrilling; it’s dreading. You’re casting gambling dice into the *wind*, hoping this ‘New Chance’ direction treats you well…
Can you hear the subtle crackle of that fire? It’s not just burning nostalgic kindling but also cleansing, making room for something new and perhaps, dare I say, exciting?
And now, I leave you with this: When you’ve lit your last fire to say goodbye to an ‘Old Life’, are you truly ready for what’s to come, or is there one last jaded memory you can’t quite let go?
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Slender is the night
when you are tightrope walking
the ‘Straight and Narrow’
as a means of escape.
The Past is snapping
at your ankles
as you stuff your pockets deep
with items reserved strictly
for future use.
Memories, photographs,
the jaded parts of yesteryear
are cast swiftly
and (Finally) unemotionally
into the small, cleansing hearth fire.
Which you have lit
to say goodbye to that ‘Old Life’
with the last
brittle pieces of nostalgic kindling.
Then out the door…
you’re moving swiftly…
like a cat
shadow-walking the alley’d evening.
Across the border
of ‘Here’ to ‘There’
into the New Life Chapter
that’s been just waiting
for you to cast your gambling dice
in its ‘New Chance’ direction.
