awakening
suspended above
what used to be
music falters
dancers stumble
stock still is the world
balance disrupted
gravity pulls
core abandoned
life screeches
to a halt
rebuild anew
adapt and grow
changing focus
to keep afloat
and the world perks up
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A Fragile Self 
So wonderful to see the poems in this format – it works beautifully. Here’s to next 51!
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It’s wonderful Katie. Well done friend. I love and well understand it message x
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Really enjoyed this poem. Emotions so well expressed and in the end that joy and hope…………Lovely
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I felt such emotion reading your poem.
In just a few words you strike an accurate note describing the difficult and painful journey the mind can inflict on us; experienced by so many but understood by so few.
To stay afloat is my daily ambition. It is hard.
Sally Anne Sheehy
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Profound and precious hope the epic we call life. Love you, sister!
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