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stuck

what am I doing
being stuck
like a broken twig
or a withered vine
struggling to new growth
and waking up
after a life-long winter
ice aged
frozen in glacier side
with stone arrow in my back

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Published Jul 9, 2008By John Bell
Categorized as Notebook, Poetry

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