Shelley L Baxter
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Surrendering To Him.
I feel so helpless. Washed up on the rocks.
My arms and legs tied behind me...
In a distance there you are, sinking out of my sight.
I flop and wiggle trying to release myself from the fishers net
which purposely captured me.
The devil himself claws at my flesh,
as the evil one's twine tightens up
around my wrists, ankles and throat.
Like a fish on dry land~dry sand.