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Room To Run

I lay on the ground with my hands over the edge... I have felt the flames of hell kiss the back of my head... My lips face the sky where my kisses struggle to reach... My limbs are stretched and pulled apart for the devils feast... There is a glow of light inches from my fingertips as I crawl... And then whispered words of peace craddle my upcoming fall... I'm now back on my feet and held up by faith and wisdom... But always caught in between the two with little room to run...

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Dinda Minardi

Date: 12/11/2011 6:30:00 AM

"whispered words of peace craddle my upcoming fall..." I love this! The contrast between peace words to send you to ur upcoming fall... Well penned, dear.

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 12/10/2011 2:34:00 PM

So many of us are on the edge at one time or another. I feel the struggle in your poem Michael - Love the resolution in the last two lines. Hugs, Lizzie!

Wilma Neels

Date: 12/10/2011 9:42:00 AM

Can totally relate to the feelings depicted in this one Michael.. How are things over there?? love wilma

Lizzie Treetop

Date: 12/10/2011 4:12:00 AM

Full of meaning, and so well written.XX Lizzie

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/9/2011 10:02:00 AM

Sounds like an uncomfortable place to be, but gosh, I am knowing more and more this feeling the older I get, MIchael!