Embrace It All

Poetry, Art, Short Story

I rest in my simple, solitary dwelling, Longing to be desired, not just delighted. So the daybreak dissolves into dusk, The feverish heat on my back from the sun Invisibly fades to frigid shadows. Night has come unfaltering sediment takes Back my memory; a soundless out cry I hear from within; scarceness in human Compassion is what I perceive; uncommonly Rare is how I feel; the forsaken tribe is who I understand; a bewildered tarnish is what I recognize and a spirited illustration is what I shall become