sorrow sings silent songs in my heart, in my heart while my face smiles and responds to you
i dance the line of the shadow on toes tipped in light this is my life
balancing the gray with the white my circus has monkeys now quieting sleeping in their cage
i have learnt to be quiet so as not to endanger their rage
i see the sun and feel it's warmth i look to the light, i fight, i fight somedays, just by standing still i fight....
the music score is changing slow but sure, there is joy in my encore....
found in my writing on a scrap of paper, used as a bookmark in an old copy of watership down i expect the poem was written about twenty years ago in my bleak period, it is a little unformed but has promise.....