VERDANDI ORIGINS: TRAVERSE

“Traverse”

She walks the edge where thresholds blur,
A step, a pause, a silent stir.
Through shifting sands and folded stone,
She gathers paths for man alone.

No map, no guide, no tethered verse,
Just will enough to cross the curse.
Each breath a bridge, each thought averse,
She lives to move.
She dares traverse.