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Monday, November 5, 2012

Treading Water

At times I feel like an island in a vast and empty sea,
all the ties that hold me, floating loose and unraveling,
my loneliness threatening to pull me under into the dark and murky depths. 
In desperation I cling to the remaining threads, treading water,
and praying that tomorrow I will awake from my restless dreaming
to find those connections, once again, sure and true.





7 comments:

  1. Some days I walk on soft velvet,
    and on others, shards of broken glass.
    Life can run smooth like a mountain stream,
    Or be a pain in the ass.

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  2. I just left a comment and it disappeared again.

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    1. Hi Dar
      Hope this little message finds you well. So glad you are still posting. I have been here and there and have come to the conclusion that blogging is where it's at...am sat up listening to the USA elections! Hope all is well with you. Smiles

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    2. I agree with you. I think I will always want to blog. I'm glad you're still here. :)

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