The Clearing
Stumbling through midnight blackness,
with every step and thought,
trepidation is my only companion
on a streambed's bank - unsteady
where pain and serpents wait,
an unwelcome visitation.
They fear as we, this intrusion
of peace.
Do hopes dissolve here where
loneliness feasts on sanity!
I wish not to disturb these
denizens of my dreams.
Rather, I will glimpse
the Southern Cross in
one brief moment of clarity
and...find my way home.
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