Art Source: Duy Huynh
She has withered,
Becoming a human sheath,
Void of content.
Blown by the wind,
She hopes, at each momentary landing,
To be filled with insight,
Once again buoyantly grounded.
But her spiritual angst
Has become impossible to unwind
She is pared down to the essentials
The struggle of light versus dark
Is endless, until it becomes
A struggle no more.
Tricia Schwaba, September 2021