Photo by Yan Krukov on Pexels.com Haste not be made, I value thesilence in this swamp of sweetly strewnsurrender. I navigate the trail where manypersons sunk into the mud. I canclearly keep my footing through the muckothers have only attempted to trudge. It’signorant to recall the trials within thestory of me, a man now unafraid. … Continue reading Sedated Air (Poem)