Quicksand
Sometimes life can seem like quicksand.
Without the band.
It is a journey unplanned.
Uncharted the road
Struggling without direction.
Loses all protection.
It plummets one in deep reflection.
Down to the bottom.
From decades ago a hand reaches out.
Help is there no doubt.
Hope inspires your joy to shout.
Love rescues!
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Copyright © Dietra Reid | Year Posted 2020
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