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.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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It makes me wonder…
when numbers flash
in synchronicity
when rainbows smile
so ardently
and ladybugs appear
so surprisingly
how things add up
so perfectly
is it nothing
or just meant to be?
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I try
but the future is yet to be.
I cry
at all the possibilities I see.
I sigh
trying to make a better reality.
I lie
to myself but the truth is you never know.
You never know
where your life will go.
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September
and I
are not friends
as summer’s
last breath
descends…
as the leaves
fall
to make amends…
as work intensifies
and
stress pretends…
as Winter stirs
and the dark
extends…
and I
can only watch
as it all ends.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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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.
©2021 Jai Lynn
Oh
wow.
I have never
seen
something so striking.
Shining in silver,
with a black handle
to its liking.
Laughter guts
my chest
at the trick.
Everyone watching
must think
I’m sick.
To be smiling
so, so
brightly
at the blade
in my skin,
ghastly and unsightly.
Oh
well.
©2021 Jai Lynn
Cultivated comments,
and cunning comebacks.
Dark disappearances,
and dangerous distance.
Longing laughter
and lingering loss.
Mysterious manners,
and murky moments.
Stolen stares,
and silent secrets.
Am I dancing
alone
or are you
holding my hand?
©2021 Jai Lynn
Bullet holes,
and battle scars.
Deep scratches,
and hits from cars.
Blank stares,
and empty smiles.
Wounds dripping
on the tiles.
Why is it so hard
to see
how delicate
we all can be?
©2021 Jai Lynn
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