In Flight

Some days being alive
is harder than others.
Today a cloudbank sat on my chest
weighed me down
pulled me under.
Restless, I tried for breath
came up with only bubbles:
not enough for my blood
that grows richer by the day.

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Memoirist, poet, shamanic practitioner currently residing on Turtle Island.

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Kara B. Imle

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Memoirist, poet, shamanic practitioner currently residing on Turtle Island.

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