Squashed - 15/4/10
Sitting at the bottom of a pile of life
squashed
feeling flat
unable to move
immobilised by the weight of all that lies
above me
over me
on top of me
not sure that I know how to move from here.
Not sure that I am able to
sitting at the bottom of a pile of life
squashed
feeling comfortable
happy to have been accepted
into this small canine and human family
comforted by the weight of all that lies
above me
over me
on top of me
not sure that I know how to move from here
not sure that I am willing to.
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