By J Ann Crowder

I imagine I’m sitting
On the edge of moons
Seeing what is to become
My future
If only we could see what befalls us
Would we be happy there?
What would we change?
I, sleep on moons
Deep in my imaginations sprung
A guise
What really lies inside
Sometimes we can’t change
Things happening
Not of our own will
Sometimes we are bruised
We stutter and are broken
Pain comes to us
In many sculptures
Each different
All stabbing
Like glaciers in cold, sultry oceans
We bleed on pinnacles
Our feet trudging
On broken glass
There is an abyss within
We yearn to fill it
We could fill it with time?
As bruises heal
And our cuts no longer bleed
We long for them
Never again to bleed
The abyss is waiting to be filled
It’s wanton lungs scream
For oxygen
Indeed, with time we may fill it
We may fill it
With things our eyes admire
Like rocky springs
Shining light into corners
Darkened by a muddy hole
No magic will change a hole
Burrowed by hands not our own
But our own magic can paint holes
Until they are no longer black
We should not consign our souls
To a pit
We live on edges of moons
Looking down
At what we can’t change
Seeing what we can
Grasping at magic
Within reach of our own fingertips
Patching holes, planting gardens
Watching our bruises heal

Written April 26th, 2016.

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Nelson D Reyes
12 months

Love and fave.
Thanks Jenifer.
There always a healing on the edge of faith. Why we believe.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
11 months

Absolutely! Thank you! Miss you!

Charlotte B. Williams
about 5 years

Very Imaginative piece. We do go through many things in life, but we do heal as your last line states.

Robert L. Martin
over 5 years

Of course I know you grew from them. How could you not?

Robert L. Martin
over 5 years

I guess we take whatever is thrown at us. Some good, some bad, but must mostly good, we hope.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 5 years

Sometimes we've got to accept life for what it is. Sometimes our trials happen not of our own making. Then we have a choice to grow from them or let them burry us. I was having a hard day yesterday and wrote this to remind me.

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