Round Ramble

How one goes about
Being mostly positive
For other’s pleasure;
But wallows deep in despair
Of themself is mystery.

It is rushing waves
Upon a marble shoreline
Where no hope abides
Of escaping the restless
Pull of moon, stars, tide, and time.

Reading what becomes,
Is, Might be, the difficult
Reason to purpose,
How life is met, advantage
Stark incredibility.

Blood poured on pages;
Giving others a meaning
To discover, make,
A pretty expanse of days
Infused with brilliant excellence.

Yet, shadow unknown
Haunting doubt, fear, lacking what
Is given away,
Because the self to others
Makes a deft sacrifice.

Cutting every day
A notch in the living thing
That is heart, spirit,
Returning with seeping wounds,
Not fully mended, a mind.

One day only this
Ghost record will remain,
Reaching back to bring
Clarity indeed well tested;
Lacking creative mortal.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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