loose threads
as I wake there is a tumble
of loose threads
in my mind – no focus
who am I but
confused –
THAT IS – clarity
to breathe out and
let life go on:
Someone bows
it may be me
who stands upright?
as I wake there is a tumble
of loose threads
in my mind – no focus
who am I but
confused –
THAT IS – clarity
to breathe out and
let life go on:
Someone bows
it may be me
who stands upright?
~ by Barbara S on February 27, 2016.
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