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dragging and dragging my feet down the tunnel i can see the light right at the very end its like a spot, a dot, too tiny to expect for anything yet its something that causes me to hope for more so i walk and walk down the long, wet, dirty tunnel sweeping the dirty water off my sleeve when it drips from the top walking more slowly and slowly, losing concentration losing determination to continue knees weakening as i take an additional step forward. unexpectedly, my leg thrust itself into a crack in the flooring my knee hits the murky water and dig into the mud my other leg drags forward and with all my might try to pull the other out instead, my body swings forward with momentum and my palm smacks right onto the mud stopping my fall even more slow then ever i tug my knee out, followed by my feet, my dirtied soles and finally my filthy hands straining my back muscles to stand upright i put one foot forward staring at the light, breathing deep, and then continue my dragging.
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author Michele all these while...
February 2011 |