I have lost my nerve,
\nlike a trapeze artist
\nlosing faith in his hands,
\nin his timing.
\nA heart losing its belief in love.
\nWhat would happen
\nif stars lost faith in themselves?
\nWould they go out?
\nOr grow dim
\nforgetting their light?<\/p>\n
What is this faith,
\nthis juggling of doubt?
\nIs it the nerve of the blind man
\nwith everything to lose?
\nThe ability to see beauty
\nin the dark,
\nthe weaving of webs,
\nthe strength of the stone!
\nI\u2019ve lost my nerve,
\nI have grown old.
\nI need to be young,
\ngrowing old.
\nTo see from my heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have lost my nerve, like a trapeze artist losing faith in his hands, in his timing. A heart losing its belief in love. What…<\/p>\n