Save Me
(Something always does.)
It seems like something always comes to the rescue. The second grade saved me from having to repeat the first. Songs on the radio saved me from the darkness of adolescence. Spring training often saved me from a seemingly eternal winter. Even as I grow older, a savior always comes along, whether that be new scenery, marriage, separation, divorce, loss of all certainty and reason, or a new love come to reclaim my wounded soul. I wonder if towards the end there will be much left out there, still able to save me.
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