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The Storm Within
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The Storm Within |
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rainchild New Member
since 2000-04-14
Posts 8 |
The Storm Within The storms of life are ragging. Strong waves of fear dash high. I feel my spirit sinking low beneath the crashing tide. With each new wave my mind descends down to a dark despair. I feel the cords of grief and pain clinging, holding me there. I cry for help yet no one hears, no person heeds my call. Or did I even make a sound? Should I try swimming to the shore, or go ahead and drown? |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Very interesting way of showing despair..most excellent writing skills Jeffrey |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I'm sure everyone can relate to these feelings at one time or another. I love the sea imagery. Denise |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Nice writing. I can feel your dispair, yet hear your cry for help. Very good job conveying your emotions. Welcome to Passions!! Looking forward to more.  Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end. --Michael W. Smith |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
I too can relate well to this. Sometimes it's so hard to swim back to shore, isn't it? Powerful and well done work here. *Krista Knutson* As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins. ~*Albert Schweitzer*~ |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
RainChild~ A nicely written piece. Raging storms can sometimes determine our path by giving us challenges to either fight against or flow with. I liked the way you portrayed the struggle in your writing. Always swim to shore ... there's an abundance of opportunity waiting on the next wave of storm. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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