I would say the initial writing of it maybe took all of an hour before I had to get into work.The revision process, for me usually takes the most time as I think about how I want it to flow and what I am trying to say. Usually, I go through about 6 variations of anything that I write before committing it to the computer. This time around for revisions, this is revision copy number 3. I forgot to add in a stanza originally and I tried to break it up so that it would not be a run on sentence, so I am happy that this was less revising. So, without further ado I hope you enjoy my poem.
Above the world I thrive,
Teetering between life and death,
With my balancing pole to keep me from straying,
I walk hand in hand with my creator.
The wind races up from the street below,
Throwing it's rage at my body,
Trying to scare me,
To take me off the thin metal path I set forth.
My resolve is solid as a rock.
My body as light as a feather.
Knowing my dream has become reality.
8 months of the candle being burned at both ends,
Many masks were called upon, in order for this one moment.
The long arm of the law stands before me,
His face holds the promise to uphold the rules of man,
Yet, his eyes sparkle with the desire to be entertained.
I, gave him a show,
One, all the world will know.
Beyond the mist of the cool, damp morning,
Screams and shouts fill my ears,
Pushing me forward, sending encouragement and strength in the air.
It is then I realize,
All the world is my stage,
I am, but a mere artist,
One who has proven the impossible, possible.