SOLITARY SOJOURN
by Teddie-Joy Remhild

Here in this place of peace and solitude
I am drawn to the source
Of my being
And there, I reflect on
My solitary sojourn
From innocence to knowing.

As the seasons come
And go,
A path is forged
Which only I can know.

Time now brings me to
The harvest of my life
And the knowing of
Who I have become.

I forged a path which was
A solitary sojourn
Of pain and love, of
Life and loss;
And now in this time of
Harvest and place of peace,
I celebrate the source
Of my being
And the joys derived
From my solitary sojourn.


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