They look at me. I must seem a prisoner, to them. I haven't decided yet, to face the day, to open up this 'unlocked' carapace of armor, to step away and liberate myself...to go without my comfort zone. But, I will.
Just give me time to muster up, that thing inside...that courage thing, that is as small as a child...a great brave child.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: travel trailer, google pic
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