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I was all alone--

without security or warmth. In a room where
four walls become papered in my lonely shadow.
The cracks in the walls were like the cracks in my heart.

Each crack full of detail and pain.
I wished that someone else could bare the pain.
. Maybe someone could have taken my place.
TIme ticked away like the pounding of my heartbeats.
lwaited, stood there and contemplated my next move.
Nothmg came to mind so I sat there in the middle of the room-

lost in thought.

Then I found myself waiting for something--anything to

happen. '

The waiting seemed endless. My patience grew thinner.

Suddenly something strong, yet gentle, embraced me.

For the first time I felt showered in warmth--

security and the protection that I'd missed so.

I felt happy and warmed by security until. ..

I was released and those cracks suddenly grew bigger.

All of that warmth--gone like someone blew out the pilot light.

Once again, the room was empty, lonely and cold.

And once again, I sat there and was all alone.

Rhonda Jeannetta Myers

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