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My friend Chloe's life is shaped

by a grinning therapist who collects

discarded dreams and lingering fears;

she refuses to listen to me,

she will not believe in miracles.



I wish I could change Chloe's life,

watch her dance again, happy and

unafraid.

Orphaned in infancy, adopted at age

three, raised by a single alcoholic

mother.

I cannot help, but I understand.



To walk alone is Chloe's

big challenge;

it's not that she can't walk,

but she is afraid to walk alone.

Panic grips her and imaginary

demons toss her to imbalance.



"Life was meant to be enjoyed."

"I know. I wish I could."

"Try to imagine your demons

transformed into angels."

"They won't."



Another panic attack grips her

frail body.

I hold her hand, leading her to

safety - a bench where she

can rest.

On the way home, she wants

to stop to see her therapist.

I say a prayer as I help her in,

thinking that three years of grinning

is a long time.

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