crossing the river
though I feel sick I am not ill
this ever changing weather
playing games with my frame of mind
keeps me tossing and turning when wide awake
making me move onward
and upward
as I delve deep into
my most precious dream state
I often wonder who’s going to protect me
from thy enemy
how many times do I have to remind myself
to step away from the window
we’ve crossed this river many times
and will cross again if we must
enjoining many hands
together stepping like a human net
resurrecting life by conquering death
march two thousand eighteen
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jdubqca 
I really resonate with this one. Great poem.
Thank you so much, Jennifer.
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those feelings, like fatal fingers
thank you, dear