I’m stuck and I cannot move.
It’s hard for me to even write it’s like all the words that flowed through me yesterday are all gone.
I’m dried up like a well out in the middle of nowhere.
There is nothing left of me as the wind blows away the dust I have become.
You may see me blow by when the wind blows your way.
Reach out grab an handful please for I need some help to get back to where I was yesterday.
Written By:Deirdre Stokes