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                                    Poetry In Motion                                  By,Mary Belle Wiley                                   Volume #1 poem #2                                     (Scared of,) Everything is like an I can't touch it zone. Everything is different,the sounds,colors,and tones. My mind is like a prisoner,yet my body is free, Constantly working to do the right thing, Constantly wishing and hopingto be that angel with bright wings. Not wanting,but needing to feel the presence of Christ. Yet afraid to sleep,afraid of the night. Muscles tense and eyes agaped, Soreness of body withlegs slower in pace. My h

                                     Poetry In Motion                                       By,Mary wiley