Once
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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