The furniture gallops towards my legs And I reach out to grab anything to hold. The pride is on me once I thud the ground. I manage to rise again, reaching out My hands as desperate eyes, feeling. The stairs like hyenas are next, Ready to finish me off, they jujitsu- MMA-grip toss me to the ground, even harder.
I rise again, more in pain, seething with anger. God's punishing me for not switching on the lights!? I guess, I'll just switch on on my traverse back: The stairs and the furniture like puppy And lazy kitten, just sit still. My punishment's past.
I love to write to inspire, to salvage and to heal. I believe there's power in word and language that can cure all the ills which take away human love an life. Keep reading, you'll find yourself.
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