Break Out

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Panic throws up her

force field and solidifies

resistance to the truth;

denial hardens her

.

tortoise-shell exterior.

Her heart has been spared

in this temporary cocoon,

but greenhouse emissions

.

end up blowing a lot of hot

air, and little else of any

real substance. Her foray

into the real world

.

can’t be put off forever,

or she will stunt in her

space capsule, grow gangly

in her soul’s quest for

.

a fruitful life. She hasn’t

yet tasted sun skin to skin,

or roots flying free, or

she would break out.

 

Fear

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Fear

makes him

hold his husk,

retain the rind of

who he’s always been.

But unless he sheds this shell,

this shroud, how will he walk away

from his tomb?

Catching the Waves

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I and my board on a frozen sea,

catching the waves waving back at me,

suspended in time with my lens as we

capture each drifting curl.

Prairie is still with the shell’s great roar,

diving in deep to experience the more,

ocean’s delights on a landlocked shore,

watching each crest unfurl.

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I so love the sea – and literally live 1,000 miles away from the nearest, so any time I can take a mental beach break, I do!