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It Pumps

My heart screams with wild ache
and quiets itself down.
My impulses are benched
and my fight waves its white flag.
My brain swells and pounds while my eyes widen and mouth drools.
The taste of something I can't understand is flirting with me.
My fears ebb and flow and
as my appreciation balloons my hope's roots grow deep.
Written after the first day on the job of Australia Red Cross. 9/2/12 (Feb. 9).

 A beautiful wildflower at Airlie Beach I spotted on the walk home from a day trip to the Whitsunday Island. The date on this is incorrect...it was 2012. 

Emerlad, Queensland at the Botanical Gardens.

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  1. evelynFebruary 9, 2012 at 5:59 PM

    the journey, personal, triumphant,challenging,unforgettable. So happy to get your blogs. How did that nomenclature find its way into such an important journnaling tool. Keep writing. Poem is a wonderful expression of your flood of emotions. The best way to overcome fear is to face it and conquer it, then it has no ability to create fear any longer. Success is the best treatment for insecurity.you are accomplishing all of this. Challenge is your friend. All my love and with Gods grace and protection your journey will unfold just the way it is supposed to. Share these thoughts with those you love so they may better see you and your purpose, whatever that may be. It will become you.

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  2. Jennifer AbdallahFebruary 13, 2012 at 3:26 PM

    Red Cross, very cool! New job or volunteer opportunity? So proud of you and miss you terribly!

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