when one of us is distressed
we teeter on the edge
no longer able to reflect the sky
sister lakes and contributing streams carry
blue-green blooms able to choke out oxygen
seeking balance once more
we are but a mobile hanging by a thread
–Deb Johnston
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I am a former educator, writing in central Wisconsin. When not writing or encouraging students to write, I enjoy lighthouses on the Great Lakes, family campouts, and walking our dog. I am a member of SCBWI. I have a masters degree in education and have been published in The Mailbox MagazineThe Education Center®, The Mailbox®,The Idea Magazine for Teachers®.
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Deb Johnston 
Blown by the wind, knocking against ourselves and our worries and hurt constantly, erratically. A nice analogy. Beautiful.
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