Resolution

Go through this wee door, Walk further and more. Then you’ll understand, How it’s hard to stand, They encroach on me, I don’t hold the key. Dawn unlocks the door, I wrestle and war. Who'll bring me respite? Enclose the cesspit. A torrential flow, In succeeding row. I’m not the outside, Come to my inside. I'll sail the tempest, Move till the conquest. 0ctober 5, 2022. A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest, Btian Strand.