Friday, May 14, 2021


 Walking alone is  a daunting task.

I grow weary at times from the solitude

I ofenten wonder why I seem to peace in the arms sterile silence.

I echo sentiments through my guided intentions.

I'm tempted to reach out but my  stubborn pride makes me shirk back.

I try desperately to  bring balance to the duality of existing and being.

I meditate deeply to access my core being.

I come to the brink of  dissolution and stare directly into the abyss.

I  shutter to think what's at the very bottom. only took my eyes off for a second.

I tried to look on but I blinked.

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Poetry for all occasions ™️

HLH ©️5/14/21

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