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,
Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron
Sunday, February 2, 2014. 13.28 hrs