Floundering

Floundering…floating, like the Goodyear blimp

Sidelined, benched…NO, not even in the game

Grounded? How?

Safety? Where?

Hold me down…cradle me in your arms

NO! Don’t touch me! Get away!

Not of this world…I know…

How do I survive where I don’t belong?

Author: readypen8

A wife. A mother. Writing to heal, healing to write.

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