She could think about something else
a distraction from the pain
another new form of an old approach,
all temporary fixes,
that will return her to the same spot in the maze.
Unfortunately familiar torment.
Hands clenched to aching,
nails biting skin,
jaw clenched.
Her body’s defiance to the status quo.
Suffering unnoticed by a hurried world.
“Not this time.” She whispers. “This time
I will make my own exit.”
© Alicia Grimshaw 2016
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Unfortunately familiar torment….
“Not this time.” She whispers. “This time
I will make my own exit.”
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Thank you for your reflection.
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Emotional words that rang true. A post full of hope. I love this Ali.
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Thank you Miriam. Connection and hope are my purpose. Thank you for taking the time to share.
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Strength and determination shines through.
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Thank you for your reflection Adam.
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