Pulling Myself Up
There's a world out there
Of friends and strangers
Fixer uppers-rearrangers
Chasing windmills-making sounds
Circulating hope around
Shining on a cloudy day
Sometimes they just get in my way
I'm caught up in my retrograde
Conscious of the choices made
Skipping stones on a drybed creek
Feeling sorry,feeling weak
Doubting that it's just a phase
But counting on some better days
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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