The pride of healing revealed

If the counted days of each and every sunset
were to forever delay. . .
I would pass each moment without a whisper.
I could let go of everything,
and not even think about
how - heavy things weigh.
It is letting go.
A letting go of emotion.
A letting free of pride.
The pride of being this I feel.
The healing of pride;
the pride of emotion.
Perhaps its virtue is hidden?
However, I would sit each sunset only
- to pass the days :
to contribute the hours of time passing.
I add the minutes as they pass.
I find myself in the duration
of experience.
Every emotion.