Zapped,
and cringed
My blood shakes in minute tremors
Quaking my pulse.
As though being turned over
in a titanic river flood,
The only thing I can do
Is vessel along.
Caught in breaths, moments my face turns toward the surface for air,
I tumble along,
The river is the life around me,
currently roaring
Rapids pulling my body in any pleased direction
Ominous in the surface air,
Is hells blazing the scorching earth
and tragedies tanking
This day, your birthday.
What is today, no norm
Pacific Palisades, now scorched Earth
and this morning you took your turn,
To get up and care, for this woman,
I call "Mom".
You are there,
and I am here...
In hell here, the norm.
but I pray you rest and find solace in them,
Your friends,
as I find solace here,
Not far away...
In moments gasped of,
and holding breath,
'Til a single log,
Might rescue
A tumbling human rag doll.
We did good today.
Thank you.
Wet, and once upon the bank,
I will walk my way back to you,
Hopefully before your day is done.
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