Uncharted

Breaking the pattern,
I make no move to fill
the silence.

Are there signposts
in the unknown?
Is this solid awkwardness
between each breath
my presence?

Nothing to bounce off,
no image to reflect,

my own gravity is
the foundation for each
uncharted step.

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2 Responses to Uncharted

  1. John Amaral says:

    So beautiful! Thank you for sharing!!!!

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