I push upward toward the surface, only to discover the surface is an endless sheet of ice, cold and solid.
As breath gives way, I slide toward a world of peacefulness, undaunted by time.
In life I have always reached for the surface, wishing to finally breathe free, only to find the world in which I have trapped myself, a universe of serenity, tranquility, living in a crystall ball.
By Tracie Reed
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Copyright 2002 Tracie Reed