
Today.
A new day.
Starting over,
again.
It doesn’t matter.
I’ll continue,
day after day.
Hopeful,
this time will
be different.
It won’t,
I know better, but
I have to try.
If I don’t I’d be
admitting defeat.
The sun rises –
and sets –
and rises –
and sets –
I wake up,
it’s still there.
In my chest,
in my bones.
Always there, like
background noise.
Still,
you haunt me.
I can’t,
I won’t,
let you go.
The new moon –
waxing –
full –
waning –
I close my eyes,
it’s still there.
Each heart –
beat / beat / beat
A reminder I’m
only half alive.
It should have
been me,
not you,
laid shallow (sigh)
on that hill.
The seasons –
Become years –
Strung into decades –
A lifetime –
Today.
A new day.
Starting over,
again.
Originally posted for critique at Carrot Ranch Literary Community‘s
Saddle Up Saloon: Anyone Can Poem with Chel Owens.
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