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Just Dealing
Stressors attacking my gentle place;
Feeling that I'm dead last in life's race.
Wishing to disappear without a trace;
Looking to heaven for my saving grace.
Quietly sitting cross -legged in the floor;
Breathing slowly, then closing the door.
Opening my heart to what life has in store;
I can now smile, I can handle it all and more.
Finding my strength deep in my inner well;
Escaping to freedom from this prison cell.
Walking out from that hard protective shell;
Into the sun, to the storms I say farewell.
Where I once was unbalanced and reeling;
From the depths of my soul I'm now healing.
Is this a real solution, or just a fuzzy feeling?
I don't know the answer… I'm just dealing.
6Jun10
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