With a journey at our sides

I remember when we looked back:

Our bodies of work

seemed dull.

Flesh too plain

to stand nakedly unashamed.

So we went poking for maturity

in the wrong crevices.

Later we moped,


that sitting in saddened reflection

of the failed hunt

was somehow success -


          waiting on sin

          before being discovered.

See, sometimes all we need

is a suggestion

to go in a different direction;

A shove away from the straight-shot path

before arriving, at last,

merely two steps ahead

but with a journey at our sides.

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Jessica R's picture

Soooo good. You better post this on AP.