“Still”

There is a robin
at the window.

The minutes
are slow.
Too many
places to go.

There is rain
on the ledge.

Soft, gentle
drops tap.
Causing energy
to sap.

There is a girl
sitting down.

Legs held down
like lead.
Tummy aching
and unfed.

Exhaustion
is watching her.

Living
is hard.
Visible candor
without a guard.

She doesn’t
move.

©2021 Jai Lynn

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“Awake”

I’d been there
a million
times before.

So familiar,
more nonfiction
than lore.

I stood
there
all alone.

Until a gentle touch
warmed my waist
to the bone.

A whisper
to my ear
of words with no recall.

You moved away
but always back
if I were to fall.

I’d been here
a million times
before.

But everything wasn’t
real to me
anymore.

Locked eyes
meeting
across the room.

Caused a
rush of thoughts
to bloom.

The only real
ones there
were us.

We were still
in all
the fuss.

You
were so
real.

Only
you were my dreams
to steal.

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“The Glue”

Thirteen years
went by in 1…..
2….
3.

An airport
on a dark
lonely night.

A plane
arriving late,
finally in sight.

A broken family,
tattered
but true.

You
and Jewel
the lasting glue.

The sidewalk
will never
be the same.

No one to make sure
the strangers
stay tame.

The top of the stairs
will always be for
the both of you.

I sit there now,
alone
imagining you two.

Death
is not
the end.

One day,
we will all be
reunited again.

(My dog Ike recently passed away. He is the one on the left. Jewel, his sister, passed in 2015. Though I can’t see them, I feel the both of them are still around. This poem is dedicated to them.)

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“Addict”

I know
it’s bad for me.

Recommended one dose
and I’ll take three.

Better choices
but the Devil is what I see.

Drinking the poison
like it’s tea.

Desperation for something
making me fall to the knee.

You say I have a choice
but shackles aren’t free.

I know
it’s bad for me.

But the bad choice
is all I’ll ever be.

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“Day Dreaming”

Golden light
on bare skin.

Mint chocolate chip
painted across nails.

Laughter and yells
in the bright sea salt air.

The ocean
awaiting the incumbent return.

How can I
put it to words
when it means
so much more?

Every other season
is a dream.
For it is
only
in the summer
I am awake.

And the irony is…
summer
is the only season
where life actually
is
a beautiful dream.

Photo by Scott Trento on Unsplash

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“High Functioning”

She wears the suit
with the heels so high.

She moves with purpose
even as she says goodbye.

She can laugh
with the best,
and sympathize
with the worst.

She listens to your troubles
and she bottles the rest.

She’ll get a perfect score
on that invisible test.

She smiles like she knows
though
it’s just a habit
she can’t break.

Even alive people
can be dead,
just better at the fake.

©2021 Jai Lynn

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