All along the day,
words adjust my way.
I seek a steadfast path, guided from within.
But instead a candle flame, bending in the wind.
What is right, I ask?
Knowing there is no answer.
So many sides to the story.
Resonance is only found looking back,
I wish it was littered all over the track.
Stillness provides a small relief,
Conflict is the biggest thief.
As day winds down I look again,
For advice, reassurance, the correct lane…
– September – Oct 2020
 
		 
	


