My mind hides itself between empty pages,
It traps itself in thoughts about ancient sages.
It attempts to escape what I know and remember
And forget the hope I lost this past December.
But the memories shuffle and snarl at me,
I hear them giggling about my failed dignity.
Maybe I am projecting, maybe they are right –
All would have been different if I finished the fight.
Yet, I felt the calling of an early grave,
It roared from the end of the road I had paved.
All I have is one spark to find a new route
And save my flawed mind from a deadly drought.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 