West Bound Poem by Carolyn Vuletic
West Bound
Call it tainted
call it sad
call it ignorant
but it sure aint't bland
So far to the west lies the one who see's it as it is
intimidating and volatile is the one standing back
The back of my weary being
New and unfamiliar, but the comfort exudes each time
It's not complete and sure, it probably never will be
REAL
hope's just a few paces away
and faith in what we believe
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4/24/2024 7:04:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thanks, that was a great write and read