Dingy
I feel like
an empty dingy
bobbing about
with no destination
On the horizon
swaying here
moving there
being rocked
in my cradle
emptying, my
mind and soul
listless.
Heavy clouds
gather. I'm a
sitting duck
all this water
off
a duck's back
hardly. My
Feathers ruffled
My life
tossing about
like some
rubber dingy
When I stand, I still feel like I'm moving
both physically and emotionally.
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I turned to writing as therapy after a prolonged period of ill health. I am a life coach, researcher, writer, and Mental Health Advocate. I am passionate about empowerment.
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