Slipping

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    Slipping

    I fell in the abyss of the ocean nearly drowning from the water that filled my lungs, heart and brain. I blacked out not knowing what happened and why I fell so deep into the darken water. When I awoke I was laying down around people with white coats on. One of the Angels told me it’s not your time to leave this earth; you have to fulfill your prophecy. Rest my child gather your thoughts, feelings and emotions and continue to be that strong black beautiful woman that I created….

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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