Stroke

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A single drop of rain

falls blindly then

becomes the whole pond; an inkling

lost, unable to find

its own edges.

Abandoned within a newly

fierce and painful turmoil

of threaded hope -

knowing full well despair will be

a more brutal challenge

than reaching out

to attempt this thing known as “swim”.

Copyright 2011 Kimberly Hillard

8/29/2011

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