Cesstion
I feel numb and strange, a stranger to myself. Walking thru life as if on a rocking ship on a
stormy sea, staggering looking for a rail to hold on to. Being forced to stay in the middle
never quite able to reach either rail. I must choose, do i stay and be trapped in this cesstion?
Or right myself by dropping to my knees and crawl inch by inch to sanity?
Copyright © Jessica Stepanovsky | Year Posted 2009
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