The Ripple... Poem by Jennie Bregan

The Ripple...



The red rivers flow again. Slow at first for it ''twas only a ripple to start the flow. The pain soars high into the clouds of doubt and frustration. Dripping the tears of frustration and hard work wasn't enough to hold back this storm. Mother Nature has come around possibly at full peak. What to do but to succumb to the storm and hopefully come out in one piece.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: anxiety,cutting,pain
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Jennie Bregan

Jennie Bregan

uniontown pennsylvania
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