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May 2019
Emptiness,
Darkness,
No peace.
Silent,
Still.
Nothingness.
No light,
No sound,
No shape,
Nothing.
No fear;
No joy.
     Somehow;
             somewhere deep within,
There is a semblance of a feeling,
A feeling that
I Am.
Then movement,
shadows,
confusion;
Fear arrives.
More awareness
of emotions and feelings.
Lights,
colors,
sounds,
touching.
Shapes  come into focus.
I begin to come into focus…
To understand that
I am.
Who I am,
Where I am.
I am coherent now.
awakening from the coma that followed.
Ladonna Atherley
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Ladonna Atherley  50/F/πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ
(50/F/πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ)   
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