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Peter (Free verse) by Wakeboarder20

A ghost appears in the form of a man. Speaking in parables about the unknown claiming to be the son of God. Through him I see a door wide open and beckoning. I find my courage and walk through leaving all I am behind on that rickety boat. The impossible becomes possible but stricken by logic the impossible strikes back. Screaming for help and sinking like a stone. He grabs my arm and saves me asking me why I would doubt lose faith in what I saw before me and what I never knew I could do but did all the same.

Wakeboarder20 1-Oct-06/8:11 PM
I changed it up to try to show what I was going for a little better. It's still a work in progress. I'd love to know what you think.




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