Thursday Morning

Thursday morning and you’re on my mind like a thought that just persists.
I can’t resist the urge to try and speak to you, although I know you won’t respond.
But all around without much notice, are signs and symbols with alarm clocks and riddles.
It’s only until I really open up my eyes and really breathe life in,
That I begin to see that all along you have been in front of me.
In every step that I take.
In every decision I make.
Every line and crack of every smile and frown upon my face.
Every thought and dream that has lost its place.
There you are.
If only I could remember that at every second of every day,
Then maybe life would not be as difficult and maybe everything would fall faster into their respected space.
But then again, maybe this is all a dream, and
Maybe in the grand scheme of things and all the in-betweens,
There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
And I can funnel all the bad and the diluted,
Concentrated into a mason jar of disbelief, and
Stored away,
My soul to keep.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by A. Bean.


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