KayBee
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Fear
Heart racing, churning, tight,
Like the
panicked
fluttering of a butterfly
Trapped in strange hands.
Blindly spinning and whirling.
Breathe ...
Slowly ...
Gently ...
Deeply ...
Breathe and s
it in silence.
The hands open and
We learn together.
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