• I don’t write a lot of poems like this, but I wanted to capture the way I used to feel years ago.

      A Memory of a Place I Used to Walk.

      As I walk through this valley,

      not of the shadow

      of death,

      but the in between shade

      of limbo.

      I wonder and I wander.

      I wander and I wonder.

      Is there more?

      Is my hope in vain?

      Is it just a mirage

      to induce more pain?

      Should I continue on,

      or turn back now?

      Even though I know the why

      I have no idea of the how.

      4/2/26

      Walter and Pablo
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      • Pablo (edited)

        Wow Kristina…

        This is so profound….

        I think that existential places like this

        are ever present, even if we aren’t aware of them…

        But having an awareness of them…

        Having experienced them…

        Adds so much to a person…

        I, myself, have struggled with a lot of stuff…

        But I think it all made me better…

        I remember wandering the wastes…

        So very lost…

        I still wander the wastes…

        So very:

        Found! :)))

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        (On a side note…

        Getting more used to this interface and liking…

        I upgraded the server I think is good…

        I removed the captcha entirely it looks like…

        But I think it possibly makes you have to log in a few times…

        I will look into that…

        Hope you are having a fine day…

        <#3

        (Very effective structure..!)

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