Well

Freezing rain splashed on my skin.

The creepy feeling of a fish’s fin.

The earth rumbles underneath my feet.

Will there come a day when I will be free?

Soothing coos from a mama bird

Fill my mind with all that I have heard

To keep me sane in this world gone to hell,

To salve my wounds and make me well.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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