By: Yvonne Freeman
Staff Writer
Shattered am I; unable to gather the pieces of my existence. With eyes wide open that cannot see; I’ve lost my identity. I need someone to rescue me
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Overwhelmed by life; its pressures weigh heavy on my heart. It’s beating, yet I can’t seem to breathe. So I sparingly take a breath or two for some relief. As I approach my bedroom dresser there’s a reflection in the mirror, who’s that stranger? There’s a face, I don’t recognize, starring back at me.