I am watching from the other side,
Observing my every move through a lens.
Not sure if I can still defend these choices,
Not sure if I still have any friends.
It is easy to leave in the middle of a storm –
Just pack your bags and sneak out.
Each time I calm the violent winds,
My fate puts me back on the killing route.
I have been the hunter for too long.
If souls exist, mine has long been buried.
My sins fall like snowflakes in front of me.
Suffering and I have always been married.
And I do not know where I am going,
But I am well aware of the damage I cause.
Loneliness never truly bothered me
Until I saw it wrapped in gauze.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 