I wrestle with it less, now. The struggle nonexistent most days. But once in a while, it still crosses my mind. A reminder, a trigger, a fleeting thought as I gaze out the window. My sight falls to a lonely raven sitting atop a tree.

I have seen him sitting there before. Watching over the tree.

At peace, is the raven,
Solitude sets him free.

I wrestle with it less, now.
Like the raven in solitude;
serenity becomes me.

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**photo credits to the respective artist/owner.

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