Alone today,
I stand at the sink
after coffee and toast.
Through residual pushable pain
and fringes of greyness,
I’m drawn to the bubbling warmth,
to the sheeting minor waterfalls,
to the movements of my own hands and arms.
I don’t know it right away,
but I am smiling.
For I have seen death,
and have shaken its hand.
But still,
here I stand.
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 
Hugs ❤
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So glad, sincerely glad, you are still standing. Still “above the sods” as a friend of mine puts it. and still sharing your unique writing with the world. I thank you for that and for all the kindnesses you give. Have a blessed weekend.
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Thank the universe! You are still standing!
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