Not the worst day ever, but somewherein the running, maybe 50th or 21st out of
the total thousands I have walked this earth.
Too many tears, hot and angry, wanting
badly to find answers, resolution for deep
needs that are not even mine to fill. It can't
go on. It can't. There will be a hiccup in
the fabric of the time and space continuum,
a miracle, a tragedy, a Something that will
change the wind's direction, bring relief,
put speed into the sails and finally, there
is movement forward with a wake behind
the ship to prove it, just in case you doubt.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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