Ever been here and not been here?
Yeah, me too!
For much too long now—
Present but absent—
Present in form only.
Gotta leave the fork in the road
You know the one that holds on
Like quicksand—taunting you as opportunities with paths
But not letting you go either way
You fight for awhile
Strong and vigorous at first
Then your energy wains
And you barely have strength
To stand, or keep your head up
And you feel as if you’ve sunk too
Low that you may not make it
As you prepare to draw that last breath
Then a hand appears
Beckoning you to grab hold
And you do!
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