Simple rope made for the wall
I will braid it for strength
Reinforced with my will.
A simple hope to keep me alive
Infused with my breath
It will help me survive.
I see my fear, I can smell it’s scent.
I will not run I have nowhere to hide
I will work on my rope until
I can use it to climb.
Poems and Petals 
Brill! Great poetry vonita! xxx
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Thanks Carol Ann, how are you? xx
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Getting by, some days are good at is there bad, how are you
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