Adrift in on the wide-open sea, I am trapped inside my own prison. Unable to enjoy the world outside, I hide in a cage built of self-doubt. Abandoned on a lonely beach, The vultures pick my bones.
Trapped
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Gilligan
Run aground, stranded Lost bearings, left high and dry A three-hour tour NaBloPoMo 8/30
Eerie
Stone walls do a prison make Echoes of voices, spirits earthbound Crimes punished, lives forfeited Footsteps stalking, heartbeats faltering Run! *Photo venue: Ft. Pickens, Pensacola, FL NaBloPoMo 2/30
Cake for everyone
I love all my friends Sending me birthday wishes Like a kid loves cake *Today is my 51st birthday. Yesterday evening good wishes started coming in from my friends in Japan, China, and Portugal. It was like happiness arriving from the future. It made this crazy cat lady feel very loved. Thanks!
Pipe dreams
Outside, I am calm and collected. My demeanor the epitome of self-assurance. Inside is a wad of flimsy pipe cleaners, twisted and knotted in a confused jumble.
Every sky has its beauty
For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every sky has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.” ~ George Gissing Skywatch Friday begins its seventh season this week. We are sharing our favorite Sky today in … Continue reading Every sky has its beauty
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