A step out of time
By Pat G
White knuckle gripping the threads of my life. The threat of unraveling my probable plight. Days full of throbbing that start with my dawn. Hours consumed by the need to hold on. This straining of muscle may ease with the night. Sunshine means struggle, a blinder to light. Darkness in brightness, a question of mind. Roles in reversal, a step out of time. The slacking of bonds that anguish held tight. Enough passage of time to sharpen peace's knife. Now bound by the joy of family and friends. The onus is mine to be normal again. A much lighter burden to grip through this life. A flickering candle that lights up the light. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 03:24 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 9
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"White knuckle gripping the threads of my life...."