that my life look like this
from the outside,
such that a card could call it.
It has been my inside secret,
it has been my cross,
it has been the nature of my search
these past years,
my solitary travel
And why should I not expect
it to continue
till I reach its end,
till I learn what meets it,
what heals its wounds?
©Wendy Mulhern
January 16, 2022
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