Published in
Dec 18, 2023
My Radical Acceptance of today…
Daily Ascent
Senses stage each turn of page,
this endless winter’s sun lit haze.
A click of time, turn on a dime,
this repeating heartbeat mine.
Solitude, it’s painful muse,
a mighty mournful Sunday tune.
Still to seek, a wish too meek,
this social mountain height so bleak.
The light is bound, above the clouds,
of this summit's stormy rounds.
To which ascend, eternal bend,
each story has its happy end.
Solid Stehl 12/18/2023 All Rights Reserved
