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Joleam Nov 2024
Fogged up windows
It’s hard to see
No matter where I look
It’s all blurry

Feeling lost
No idea where I‘m going
Nowhere to go
Just floating

The fog gets thicker
My vision blurs
Nothing to be done
Until it all bursts

Thousand splinters flying
I can hear myself crying
I‘m finally free
And it was all me

Took a rock
Bound it to a chain
No going back
Splinters falling like rain

Bruised and bleeding
Stepping out
Peace feels fleeting
**** me now

Another glass
Another fogged up window
My vision blurs
Where can I go?

A new rock
Splinters falling again
Picking them up
Admiring them

Taking them on my way
Letting me know it’s okay
To feel the fear
Even as a tear

There is no way without fear
It’s always here
I can only decide
The space I provide
  Nov 2024 Joleam
The Non-Poet
life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid

— The End —