Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 5, 2014

Release from Life…

ann johnson-murphree

Pride and loneliness, both burdens to bear,

somewhere along the way there was not a

reason to care? From the nursery floor to

walking upright by the sea, I soared like a

bird high up in the tallest tree.

I question one, I question all, I stand alone,

and alone I fall. From the darkest valley to

the highest hill… I lived life on my terms, my

last thought, as the shot rang out, there would

be no one to care; it was my own blood that I



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