Poems are lifelines when you forget how to swim in your skin and are like a betta fish treading water in a tank, and when you want to forget how it feels to live without lungs gasping for air like a hooked trout on a riverbank.
Poem title from chapter 24 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Peace to your ♥!
WOW, Stephanie – I love this!
Thank you, David! That makes my day. :)
Thank you Krissy! :)
I like the image of living without lungs!!
I’m glad you like it!