there is no room
at the Inn
for the fragile soul
struggling for survival
yet, with a dash of truth and beauty,
life changes in an instant;
raising a flicker of hope
before dawn…
i walk
into the heart of compassion
like the sublime fragrance of desire
like the vulnerable child-soldier in mufti; dancing to a different drum
plumbing the depths of survival
and pining for succour in agonizing loneliness
only to find
a new lease on life
a home
(away from home)
among
the dream weavers
of the realm who inspire me
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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