In Retreat
all at once
a point of repose,
without end
my journey
unresolved-
ambivalence
blooms in isolation,
doubt
swirls and surges
back & forth
pushing and pulling...
frailty writ large
in longed for
silence..
suddenly it abates..
...bliss at last
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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