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LightningLightning strikes the ground
The ground slowly becomes an oasis of nature
From dry dirt
Flowers begin to bloom, grass grows,
The trees begin to reach the sky
A river begins to flow
I take in all the senses
I smell the fresh air, touch the warm water
And watch the sky turn blue
I hear the wind whisper to me
I'm on the edge of glory
Everything seems to be so real
But it's hard to believe.
I convince myself its life,
Not a dream
I dance to the pounding of my heart
I am so overwhelmed that I begin to
The sky mimics me
I continue to dance in the puddles of
Tears on the ground
My white dress is now clear
It reveals my vulnerable body
My hair sticks to my face and shoulders
I look up and smile
And I wake up in tears.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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