before the morning

let me acknowledge the panic

the unsurety of life

feeling disheartened by plans

Lord,

others are undergoing much more strife

 

i have nothing to complain of

nada, not i,

yet still i find words to blather

 

my breath

this handwriting

the ink

and my sight

 

social work,

nursing,

teaching abroad

 

if you gave me a compass

a Twister spinner,

if I spun hard enough

would it land on the right spot?

 

01/19/16

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Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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