Emotions, Life, Writing

Short Flow

I am floating.  I am lost.  I am found.  Yet I don’t know where I am.  I struggle to open my eyes then give up the fight, too weak.  I am in.  I am out.  I am here.  I am gone.   I feel too rigid.  I feel too soft.  I feel the pain yet I feel nothing.

I call for help.  But I know I am silent.  I reach out my arms yet they are still  at my sides.  Is this the end or just the beginning?

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