I wander a rain soaked desert.
I rewind past my ancient pain.
Every step leads me onward.
I wander into a landscape of
            —fragile life
            —fragile beauty
            —fragile hope

I think of my past less often.
I no longer fill my mind with grief.
I wonder where I am going.
I am escaping who I have been.

I am leaving behind a strange world.
Now I am waiting for something.
I see my progress clearly.
My changes are evident.
What will come tomorrow?

Once the door closes,
a peaceful rain falls again.

W. Wayne B.