Caught Between


It begins well. Quiet
prayer to focus the
mind, to be attentive.
On a horizon, some
dark clouds of past
injustice, perceived slights
cast shadows, tugging
a glimpse away. Ah...
that labyrinth of past
passion and future
battles. So easily I
slide into your embrace. I
am lost. Caught
between.

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