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writing by barbara nadalini priesnitz
Coming Up For Air
Still under water,
I become aware
Of a break in the storm
The sun shines bright above me
Bright enough to hurt my eyes
I hear smiling voices nearby, and
Can almost feel the promise of relief
I know it's safe to take a breath
But in a frozen moment of choice
The next violent rhythmless wave crashes in.
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