I must not forget, never ever forgo this one shot at an honest life. A well-played beginning, the hold on tight middle, and a serene, admired, beloved end. I have been given this offset jewel of a life for a reason.
Loosening my grip on the serrated edge, I grab tight to the rafters overhead.
The Rafters
Published in EMOTIONAL HEALTH FOR WRITERS MENTAL HEALTH POETRY & PROSE
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