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Ripples swell coolly,
back and forth across sliver gray glass.
I am drowning, dying
in the freezing bleakness
enveloping everything around me.
I gasp as the shivers jerk
me away on a desperate chase.
I am hopeless, faithless
in the face of my mocking insecurities.
A violent, stampeding battle ensues
before my sore and aching core.
Time has no fleeting hope
once the wrenching dance begins.
My eyes fastened upon a steady,
feathery light drifting through
the black midnight.
A swirling jumble charging
bitterly held defenses.
It's gentle, simple grace broke free
the clinging spot of sanity
guarding my ravaged soul.
Pouring through, brightness smashed the
dense brace shoring up the terrible chill.
My weeping body convulsed as
freedom shouted it release.
©1998, Christie
Benson
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