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Growth
My first cry echoed out
in a metallic hospital room.
The magnolias and dogwoods
were in full bloom. Through
the years I grew hardy and
strong. A car crash enlightened
me to my own mortality. It was
the beginning of the end. Little
by little I lost my grip on life,
spiraling on a downward trend.
Now I embrace a cold winter that
will never become spring.
Copyright ©
Carolyn Marie Baatz
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