Did the two-step shuffle with a devil at my elbow
– couldn’t shake him off, hard as I tried –
my dance card was full of mischievous pranksters

Using my limited influence to be bullied no more
– I threw my weight around, and the fog lifted –
revealing my way thru the clouds on high toward haven

Weary with longing, I settled in, finding the path unguarded
– coming to a door, I rapped twice – the oracle responded, do come in –
for such is the life of the romantic, in step with destiny

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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