The Solitude had become a silent prayer
A learning in discernment of my heart
I remained supple and starved
Quiet and Bold
Gathering memories of moments
And reserving them to remind myself that it is possible what once was
A recognition of the soul
Long drawn out days...of falling
Solace in the sincere and tangible senses
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