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


I want to wrap myself in a cocoon;

Stand cocooned beneath the stars;

Away from the unspoken wishes,

and the barely gleaned desires

And within the shield of those woven threads,

There’ll be the unasked for blanket of warmth,

The blanket under which I’ll bask

Glowing and secure,

treasured and correctly desired,

Snuggled between words, and nature,

Freely me under night’s adoring sky.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron.

November 10, 2013. Walls