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I’m still here...

through the pain, the doubt,
within, without
trying to ground myself

The world
spinning out, darkly mad,
hearts so sad
as hope gives way to fear
and pain.

The haze
blinds my heart, my soul-
loss of control
shrinks me to infinitesimal 

beauty lives while we exist.
Persist! Resist
the lie that works to destroy
its face.

transparent, my thought,
the words fraught
with longing, pleading for

for the stars, the moon
a gentle tune
to lull me into peaceful sleep
at night.

the ever shifting illusion
without confusion
for my soul knows every step
we planned. 

Ain’t this life grand? 

Cheryl KP
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  1. We are all still here. We need to remember. We need to notice and care. Thanks for the reminder.

  2. We need to be reminded now and again. Beautiful.

    1. Thanks Pam. I had to remind myself of my true insights.

  3. We are resilient, we will survive this.

  4. We all will survive and get through this, Cheryl. To keep the insanity at bay, keep looking at the beauty, the gossamer. I'm right there with you.

    1. Thanks Amy. I couldn’t make it without my dear friends ‘out there’.


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