Still Shadow Wanderer

Silence and solitude

call her a friend.

And she, them.


Keeping them close

allows her

to find herself

amid the confusion

of noise and company.


I wonder how

she teases fact

from fiction

during these moments

of quietude.



echoes of truth

from conversations passed,

and deep-felt emotions

from experiences of choice

mix like a churning stew

to produce something




these moments

add to a sense of self,

resisting the pressure of choices-

not her’s but someone else’s.


With the strength of a sequoia

she grows from the stillness of shadows

towards the brightness of the sky

in the harshest of conditions

amid unknown faces.


An island of trust amid a sea of severity

she has no rival,

and I call her my bride.

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