What is the point of this adrenaline
if not to catch a falling baby,
escape from a lion or revive a drowning man?
Where can all of this feeling go? I want a place for it.
A drawer, a box, a shelf, a treasure chest, the trunk of a car
maybe an large envelope to mail it far away.
Away from me. Where I am not the one.
Draw another name from the hat, surely she is stronger.
How am I to hold this prickling, burning weight,
vibrational surge, flaming fingertips?
Pressure builds until this little teapot
blows her steam.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Glad I found you.:-)
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Thank you for sharing your appreciation of my words.
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Had never thought of this but I have felt it so many times! Thank you for putting it in words for us – and so eloquently.
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LuAnne, I am so appreciative of this comment. My bucket is always filled when others find a poem that I have written that resonates with them. Have a most beautiful day.
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so powerful!
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Thank you Jodi.
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Love it! Great stuff! You’ve got my follow. Check out my comedy blog and give it a follow if you like it!
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if not to catch a falling baby,
escape from a lion or revive a drowning man?
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Thanks for your reflection.
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Oh I love this one.. great imagery.
Dance it off!!
❤️
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Thank you Chere. I appreciate you.
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