With all the dips and lulls at an impasse…a drought!
No, to transparency…living, life, cloudy with doubt.
One day while praying for rain,
I convinced myself it has always been this way.
Speechless with cotton mouth, dried by the fray…
One day by the river,
brittle as, burning parchment…
praying for rain.
Empathy receded in silent shame.