crossing the threshold

Making scarce any whisper of utterance at all
in the confused awe which he found himself
woefully imprisoned,
the man laboriously inched forward
like some lame soldier through the thick haze
of battle-scarred hinterland
toward far off sanctuary of hope as yet unseen.

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