This ocean into
Which I wade slowly, swallows
My fear, in its love.
I accept I am
Written differently than
Those average most.
Death, we avoid it,
But in the air, food, water,
We taste it, consume.
The calendar turns
Another time dated, gone,
Life passing – away.
The light rises bright
But only a thimbleful
Against Autumn night.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
I will believe these challenges are only a small inconvenience given to produce determination and strength. Will you believe you are destined to succeed in abundance? I can only do so, else hope evaporates.
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