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It’s not that I want to die

I just want this part to be done—

this non-life,

this brokenness,

this labyrinth

that twists back on the same


Compared to that, death seems


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. spinningblackbirds
    Feb 19, 2013 @ 08:11:38

    Reblogged this on spinningblackbirds and commented:
    Great Read!


  2. spinningblackbirds
    Feb 19, 2013 @ 08:12:19

    Thanks for writing that. Just, thanks.


  3. Kitty
    Feb 19, 2013 @ 21:56:54

    I hear you, Sister. There are days when I wish I could find the “OFF” button so I could push it. But then HOPE finds its way back in… and for that I Am truly Grateful!

    I love you.


  4. pegoleg
    Feb 21, 2013 @ 16:44:42

    Don’t give in to that little voice, Sandy. Remember the hopeful in LIFE – the little gifts: the setting sun turning the underside of clouds a beautiful pink, a song you loved and haven’t heard in a while coming on the radio like an unexpected visit from an old friend that perks you right up. There are still those moments, and they can sometimes be enough, can’t they? Just for a little while?


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