The Rescue


Danger lurked

all around

So close

its very being

stole my will

with a warmth

that deceived

even as it


the nape of my neck


It meandered in


so as to stay


as my world


slipped away

moment by moment


blow by blow


Not a crisis

but rather

a slow-motion


that grew

season upon season

year upon year

Until a stranger

looked back at me

as I gazed

in the mirror


Something broke

as something grew

Habitual excuses

pushed aside

to make room

as a desire for change

won the battle




There was no knight

in shining armor

or pot of gold

at the end of the rainbow

And so

I saved myself

moment by moment

season after season

year after year

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