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Hope-2021

Here I stand

On a mountain 🗻 of solid gold

Praise be for the choices I’ve made.

The toxicity of my past ends with recriminations with my inner foe

Self-respect glimmers

Good riddance to the self-destruction of the days now old

A clean closet reveals a door ajar

Bestows

a journey of new beginnings

If I vow to lift the cloak of doubt

Find the courage to replace it with hope.

My winter of Discontent

Winter is the gasping breath

Winter is the stench of decay

Winter’s touch is like paper mache

Winter is sharp enough to drive the gutless into affray

The sight of winter covers the vivid smiles of its seasonal sisters in shades of grey.