Contemplation

By Debra Wendt

Sometimes –

the world’s troubles seem too much for us.

We have our own:

within

among –

the world rushes toward our eyes,

sound as cymbals crash in our ears,

breath – this life-breath –

resilient

tenuous

a slender thread that pulls,

snags

may break – is it then –

we nourish fear

run toward falsehood

swallow bitterness;

and forget –

there is a guide.

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Debra Wendt was born in and educated in Wisconsin. As a teacher, she wrote educational articles and textbooks. Her poems have appeared in The Clayjar Review, The Penwood Review, Agape Review, Solid Food Press, Torrid Literature Journal and The Storyteller.