Greetings, Readers ~

Thumbing through my handwritten journal, I found this short poem. Like much of my writing, it was probably scribed sometime after midnight when I should be sleeping. Those nights are plenty. It is raw writing, as is much of my unpublished poetry, but descriptive of how I have been feeling lately.

This was almost a year ago. Today, I feel the same as I did then.

Be well,

Jana

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Defeat

How dare the winds
Of fate blow through
A heart that mourns
The loss of you

A life that ended
Incomplete
A willing choice
The reaper, meet

It lay its dark
On light’s front step
The sun that lit
Away, it swept

The veil of night
Forever more
Casts its shadow
At my door.

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