cookies

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i can be the milk to your cookie…

i can even be the chocolate chip to your cookie…

but

i cannot be the plate to your cookie…

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i never want to be left behind.

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10 for Tuesday = ten word story #13

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“each  heart beat

fades

into chaos

leaving

confusion

and

fatigue.”

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… faltering…

Monday minutiae

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i am not afraid of change –

i am afraid of loss.

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trudging

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each step feels heavier than the last ~ ~

reason being ~ ~ no other than ~ ~

the person doing the walking……..

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~ rules of the road ~

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you may control

the steering wheel

of my heart

but

my feet are firmly planted

on the brakes

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just one ~

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to calm the nerves

to quiet the mind

to dull the pain

but ~ ~ ~ at what price?

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9pm – the view from my driveway – snow encrusted with ice and frosted with lamplight

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A.M. thoughts

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mornings bring rainbows of hopeful thoughts

to

days full of questions

and

fearful unknowns.

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soon…..

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crawling ~ ~ ~

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each step into daylight

seems to

travel further into the dark… always uncertain of my course.

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i look for a beam of light

or

a glowing ember…. something to grab hold

for guidance,

for stability

yet

i know light cannot be harnessed ~

it cannot be held in one’s hands

so,

i drop to my knees and crawl my way forward.

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blind ~ i may be

and

stable ~ one could disagree

but

mobile ~ i can be ~ moving forward the best i can ~ ~ ~

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the road

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i have been searching for a purpose,

only to discover dead ends along the way ~ ~ ~

~  ~  ~  to be continued…

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