A poem in desperation

Its not how you imagine it

lying at the bottom of a lake

looking up at the sky,

or sheltering from a storm

in a ditch while working

our imagination

does not carry us that far

nor does it leave us

thinking we can’t.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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