A Long Ago Descent
The saga began decades before.
Desperation sometimes leads to temerity.
But who can judge another's motivation?
We only see their actions and hear their words.
In the aperture of plans there is the foreshadow of defeat.
But inside the marrow of them is hope.
Time changes the nuance of the implementation just a little.
The results may seem barren by all standards.
To be still, while slowly slipping away is extremely difficult.
But quick sand often pulls you further down if your struggle is
intense.
So a peaceful calm may mean survival.
However, that was yesterday's dilemma was it not?
Copyright © Dietra Reid | Year Posted 2018
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