Regret

Time passes

like the slow drop of a honey bead

slow touches and butterfly kisses

entrapped in the swirl of emotions

a web woven of silk

I bind myself in.

Golden sunsets and pastel dreams

everything a girl can dream

within reach for real

or a mirage made to steal?

Steal my breath, my lips

take prisoner my heart

cupped in careless hands

and whispered lies

and slowly

I begin to regret.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 23/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom