She floated on the outer edges of life.
The dreams that landed at her doorstep.
Were all but gone.
And then everything went back to the
way it was, before she came along.
As she floated on deaths door.
When it opened, she would pass through.
For this life, as we all know.
Is but a learning tool.
March 5, 2016 ,,,,,, 12noon
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2016