Solitude seems to becoming a constant companion,

The rivers of my heart are running cold,

The inner sanctum of my soul seems empty,

And fate has dealt some deadly blows.

But rise I must to face the unthinkable,

Stand strong against the crashing forces of the inevitable.

I may stumble; I may even fall,

But eventually I know that I will stand strong once again, in my circle of one.

-Margi C.

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