Faint fumble

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Much as I want to be
part of the flow of life
something inside
stirs and fumbles
faintly.
What if it washes
away
all that I hold dear
and draw near?
What if I can't stay afloat
and gasp for
breath?
I am not afraid
of death
but of dying
pitilessly.
And who 
knows......