Yesterday, life was a game,
no end in sight.
no end in sight.
Now it's kicking her ass
and she's terrified of the outcome.
Sadness shudders the air.
Sadness shudders the air.
Always anxious, she spirals
into an irretrievable funk,
into an irretrievable funk,
wonders if she's created a shrine
to a life that never existed.
2 comments:
I understand what you are saying and feeling. But, perhaps it's time to start collecting new stones for a new beginning...
Elizabeth
The last line says it all, Marianne. I often think that lately.
Love,
Pammy
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