In memory of a friend who died of cancer,
I tried to imagine what it felt like for her.
Will miss you forever and ever sweet Saba !
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I am drifting, held in this earthly realm by fragile threads; it feels like a weird surreal dream, until daggers of pain pierce me. Is that me screaming? I sound so far away, I know all I need to do is pull on the threads, so when the next flood of pain comes I let go; and I am floating free at last, from all earthly bounds. In silence and peace I am swirling, higher and higher in this strange haze; until I have left the realm of earth, and all my pain is gone. _________________________ December 11, 2020 Poetry/Verse/"Held by Fragile Threads" Copyright Protected, ID 12-1311-297-11 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, It Feels Surreal sponsor, Nina Parmenter Sixth Place
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