There are times that I am lost,

adrift in a sea of emotions that I cannot identify.

A small vessel battered by the storm.

Tossed by waves of anger and apathy.

Feeling helpless and yet feeling nothing.

Tossed about like a child’s plaything

until I am tossed aside,

interest lost.



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Fabulous at 50 living and writing in Appalachia

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