No one knew the "Taj Mahal" was ready to implode
The right to living tucked inside in glorious wonder of water cascading
The sanctity of non-moving objects meeting me half-way in a week or two of cleaning
Anger or despair like a foreign entity running through me, thankfully are feelings I don't care to hold
It's a good thing or the weight of hopelessness might blur me
Even with a team of twelve angry men to push me over - I'm still standing
Though dirty, trembling, tired and soaking wet
The sky is falling and the bitter part of me holds none
All I can wish for is a King size bed with foam pillows and fur babies all around me but dreams have me paddling like a duck
Clk to Help - Desperately Seeking Dry Land
Clk for Books by Lachapelle
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Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
Vocal Top Story 13 times + Awesome Story 2X. Author of Award Winning Novel Small Tales and Visits to Heaven XI Edition + books of poems, etc. Also in lit journal, anthology, magazine + award winning entries.
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Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
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Comments (7)
Great poem. Are the 12 Angry Men from the play? I love it!
Your poem was so intense and profound. I wish I could help you out Lisa, I'm so sorry 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Yeah, sometimes I have dreams like this, too. Do you know yet how it ends?
This was really good.
I’m going to steal what Mike said keep on keeping on and keeyup the good work
Keep on Keeping on , great words and love the image
Keep pushing forward, and know that you're not alone in your journey. Despite the storms, there's always hope for brighter days ahead.