Life With Horace

poetry & essays

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a glimpse of truth,
new knowledge
armoring the possible,
slaying dragons quietly
for the child that lives in me,
the simple telling moment,
small pebble in the pond,
that ripples out
in growing rings
of confidence,
headed for certainty

turning points don’t arrive on schedule, but when they do, no matter the catalyst, change can be profound.