When silence comes into my heart
and whatever sound intrudes
is faced with muting
I ponder my commencement —
(at least as far back as I can go)
wandering through various chapters
dealing with my THEN and NOW.

I face my failures some
but end with assurances
that I’ve been fortunate indeed.

Only seldom do I dwell long on darkness.
Rather I am prone to cope with hope
though I admit
I’ve flirted with self-pity.

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