that there's no one here
to aid and abet my righteous sense of hurt,
no one to be an echo chamber,
magnifying what I say,
making these perspectives seem
to come from everywhere,
no one to give me comfort
in standing in a false place
So I have no choice
but to let that picture fall away,
no choice but to let my feet
reach deep into truth
and anchor there.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 12, 2023
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