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Captive
by Melissa Martin I climb into the refrigerator And the door slams shut. I am a prisoner Along side of mustard and ketchup. Trapped with frozen feelings And ice cubes for lips. I attend therapy and learn: food is not the problem food is not the solution. I open the refrigerator door And jump out. Melissa writes about the God and human connection and condition. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |