December at McClendon Villa: Day 13

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Help!

The walls are closing in; I cannot breathe.
It is getting darker.
I want to
… run away and hide,
But this box won’t let me
… scream away this fear.
It is getting darker.
The walls are closing in; I cannot breathe.

©12 December 2016 Suzanne G. McClendon

About Suzanne Gunter McClendon

I am a South Carolina native, but have been living on the Texas Gulf Coast for 14 years now. David and I have been married for 34 years. Our children are grown. Some are here at home, others are out in the big world doing their "thing". I enjoy genealogy, reading, writing, photography, digital art, fiber arts, cooking and much, much more.
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4 Responses to December at McClendon Villa: Day 13

  1. David E. McClendon Sr. says:

    I am sorry this is causing this issue. I wish I could fix it for you. I love you. Zing! Zing!

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  2. Suzanne, your poem makes me feel almost claustrophobic but sometimes that’s precisely how our emotions make us feel. I hope whatever is making you feel this way vanishes soon. I’ll say a special prayer for you.

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    • Thank you, Cathy. The prompting of this poem was the diagnosis that I received on Monday. I have cataracts in both eyes. Every time I think about what this could mean, I have a very hard time breathing. Thank you so much for the prayers. I definitely need and appreciate them very much! Have a blessed evening and a Merry Christmas. 🙂

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