Exploring Resilience via Lifes Burning Issues
Seeking solace.
Denied,
by the noise
in, but not of,
my head.
Resonance…
from remnants
of a life,
short, lived and…
Lost.
Revisiting the river
of my grief
as time flows by
never-ending ripples…
of Loss.
Immersed,
I stare
at your sentinel tree.
Knowing,
YOU are sentinel for me.
Poems,
are the breadcrumbs
of thoughts,
left as a trail.
Written snippets…
That I may follow,
back,
to know
from whence I came.
Pausing
At each crumb.
To know,
to feel
and remember.
While you,
reading,
may only speculate.
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