Concrete Dive


Where I feel resistance

Signs and whispers telling me no

I find persistence giving me the go

Yes, sometimes I sit down

From the dizzying blur

I kick and I scream even cry

From the events that may or may not occur

Where I sense no energy

A void of wind to lift my wings up

I am blessed by a healing spirit

To shadow me when I have had enough

I am far from writing a final chapter

There is life left in this old girl

I’m just hesitant of doing a cannon ball

Into a concrete and brick world

   .....Lisa C

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