Stress. Confrontation, closed minds, oblivious hearts.
What
causes this? I don’t know.
But things shift.
Perseverance. One step in front of
another. What looked like increasing control and manipulation shifts to become
even less control and manipulation than before. Shackles evaporate. Walls disappear. Reality transforms.
How did this happen? I don’t
know.
But it did.
About this poem
This is part of my Solstice poem-a-day series. Every day for this 2019-2020 solar year I write a new poem, starting with the Solstice time of June 22, 2019.
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