Occasionally in these latest days

I find myself not quite fitting in

As if the world is outgrowing me

Or making me seem like an Island

I sought no high-ground protection

When whispers tell me to stay still

Perhaps all this is a natural event

As time fades from all that is left    

It is disconcerting, to say the least

Grey fogginess adds its blind effect    

Toying with my faith with old doubts

My faith has learned to play deaf   

I know in my heart where I belong

When it’s time for me to… go home


Poet of the Light © 2023  


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