sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 2 of 30

on April 3, 2013

Peaceful, and still.

When the chaos calms and

it all just takes on the whir and hum of the everyday,

solitude becomes a blessing, and not a curse.

The voices in the mind have ceased their chatter

and it seems that

hope arises:

fragile, shy and broken,

but a clear glimpse of light

against the dark skies.

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