Stand Tall

Autumn’s rot
wet foliage
shredded 
browns
golds
crimsons
scent of decay
filling nostrils
not unpleasant
not to be worn as perfume
climbing upward
heart racing
eyes trained
no prize
no destiny
new road
new desire 
for self
reach high
never stop
obstacles
not a one
but your own
indifference
your own…..
neglect
has brought this brokenness
this sickness you wish to excise.
Hill steepens
breath gasped
stop
pause
turn…..
mauve
pink
golden rays
reach 
seek
upturned face
tears
unremarked
never felt 
cleansed
found
peace
serenity
beauty
fall to knees
head bent
sorrows awashed
burgeoning sense 
acceptance
forgiveness
care 
for faults
for sins
for errors plowed.
Stand 
head back
shoulders square
face foreward
no more back
each step
study of earnestment
life to be lived
shadowed no more.
 
©October 20/20
Picture is my own

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

10 thoughts on “Stand Tall”

      1. I get the correlation. Another important reminder, we’re all guilty of this from time to time, but we need these reminders that it’s okay, recognizing them and improving and growing is what’s important. You are great at these reminders! Thank you for sharing your beautiful gifts of poetry! ❤

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