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Sometimes I see my life
through an amber light-
outside of the glass, peering:
peering into what unfolds
before me.

The pit of my stomach
Gnaws at my innards;
reminding me that I am not
quite whole. 

Caught in the middle-
can’t go back – forward- sideways.
Look left, right, down-
I’m going to fly, fly away.
Breath(eless) boneless.
gone.