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.
