Contemplation of all That has gone before.
Solitude to find Yourself is poetry’s law.
Finding the voice,
That says: “I must.”

Spiralling into that state again.
Looking for that old, familiar resolve.
I came back, I always come back.
For a purpose, For a cause.

Closing eyes but brightening the light.
I find with solitude, I am not alone.
We all share together,
This contemplation to which we are thrown.

I return to you like a child,
Searching for embracing arms.
Those arms are mine,
Longer and more tender with time.

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