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Mighty
Some days I feel so small, a tiny cog in a big wheel, ready to crush me under it’s uncaring weight. Alone in a group, Odd and out of place. Not quite in step With the rest of the human race. Then I remember what happens With giant machines. They may tremble and shake the…
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Unsettled
The feeling curls around my throat, Loose at first then becoming Tight, The coils of a python trapping me Within a tight embrace I wonder Will I escape? Shiny though the scales are, warm and smooth, Soft in the caress of death. Deceptively dangerous, I gasp for breath Searching for a last crumb Of release …
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The struggle
Sometimes I feel the urge to scream as long and loud as I can, rail against the wind, howling my anger against man. It bubbles out, as hot as pitch, and as dark as night, the twisting and growling as it leaves with a fight. When things become too much, and I need a break…
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Both of Me
Friday. A day that many weekday workers rejoice at, pray for, and anticipate all week long. I have become one of them since having babies 6 years ago. Before that, I knew the joy of 32 day weeks, 144 hour days, and months in a row without vacation. This is a much better speed of…