One Day
He was lost again with no idea how he got there and no idea how to leave.
He closed his eyes and hoped things would get better but morning brought no relief. Getting up sometimes took the strength of ten.
Why was he so small, so weak, so alone.
He closed his eyes again and hoped those feelings would float away like debris upon the tide.
One day he said, one day he repeated to himself.
Copyright © Robert Mcfadden | Year Posted 2019
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