Month: January 2025

How will you leave? Better than before?
From the hub of emotions with many floors

Running through hallways of thoughts and silence
Starting to pray to a new God for guidance

Rearrange and arrange the vase of flowers,
Contemplate for hour after hour

Thinking back to when it was better –
This is the start of the pain that may last forever

Many stories incomplete or at the end
Will they lose a friend? Or fall in love again?

Some on their knees, some sleep on the floor,
The world for some not the same anymore

Hands clasped tightly, words unsaid,
Hopes for the living, tears for the dead.

Each day, the pages turn unseen,
The outcomes blurred, the meaning between.

So how will you leave? Better than before?
On which side will you be of the revolving door?

By Jake Jones

I see others with heads bowed low,
candles flicker, they feel the glow.
Their minds drift skyward, far from here,
wrapped in the glow of something near.

It hasn’t hit me yet
Staying here by the skin of my teeth,
I hope for a sign, and a sense of relief.
The candles flicker as more wine is poured, 
I feel the need for something more.

I look to escape far from here,
wrap me in the glow of something near.

It hasn’t hit me yet,
but perhaps it will—
when the wine runs dry,
and the world stands still.

by Jake Jones

Image: ID 30043695 | Blown Out Candle © Sikth | Dreamstime.com