“Book”

Prologues began,
before first cries can.

Pages turn
making us learn.

Chapters close,
finding hardship and foes.

Life is a book,
sometimes giving less than it took.

But stories don’t end
until for ourselves we can fend.

There is meaning in all,
especially when we fall.

One day we’ll know,
that this
was how it was supposed to go.

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“The Harvest Time”

Over the wall
into the garden I fell,
hearing crows crying
and laments from the bell.

Crawling through roses,
thorns so lovely and sharp,
dirt hiding in my nails
my breath made not a harp.

The night was brisk,
the sky was dark.
I rounded a corner
and jumped by a dog’s bark.

There was no way to rush
there was no time to wait,
the monster was coming
to seal my fate.

He knew my name,
he knew my face.
The only not known
was how I would taste.

September was never
a kindly friend to me,
as long as he looms
assurance of me is yet to be.

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“Running”

It’s just
you
and me.

Concrete slapping,
and my heels
hard tapping.

Sun blazing,
and the heat
unwavering.

Chest heaving,
and the thoughts
all leaving.

When I run,
I don’t do it
for fun.

Emotions messy,
and my nerves
testy.

Mother Nature,
the only opponent
to match my wager.

It’s just
her
against me.

And for now
the winner,
yet to be.

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