Once a solitaire poet, treading water in a tidal pool,
prayed to any deity available to calm the waves,
redirect the tide and clear the sky
bringing the land in sight.
Once a solitaire poet, scrambling to climb a rocky slope,
cried out to be given a heart made of stone,
a new path through the wilderness
leading far away from pain.
Once a solitaire poet, bolting a door with finality,
swore allegiance to none and asked for none in return,
survival the only aspiration required,
donning the armor of betrayal.
©2020 Noreen Braman
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