One Day by the River


 

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…

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One day by the river,

brittle as, burning parchment…

praying for rain.

Empathy receded in silent shame.

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