The ancient tread of footprints linger mockingly,

in musing reminder of a day like today;

sharing date and thought,

And yet I waver.

And so for now the storm passes,

I stand sure again.

For a while?


It is the uncertainty that destroys us;

That, and the weighted silence.

And so today, the shadows of the circuitous treads remain ignored.

Year three unspoken of,

But noted.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron

Sunday, February 2, 2014. 13.28 hrs

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