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A flame ignited, I was burned, and from the pain my stomach churned. My wounds are still severe, and have been so for many year. For immediate relief I would always seek, never letting my mind begin the grueling process of healing. My strength within never kicked in, a desired numbness was much more powerful and seemed to me to be much more practical. I’ve not yet learned how to walk again, for help I will often send. Though it’s usually not there right when I need it, it does come around in the nick of time when my feet are inches from the cliffs edge, jumping on 10 and I’m at nine. But I do have so much to be thankful for but still wonder a lot about what my future has in store With no answers falling at my feet, it helps me tremendously just to speak.
(2014)
