poetry by j matthew waters

like open doors

I used to belong in a certain space
until I was told to move on

nobody said anything in so many words

it’s funny how sometimes your shadow
precedes you
giving you a vantage point
you wish you never had

but the fact remains the sunset
mends the darker side of yourself
allowing a brief perspective
into how things could have been

at some point you no longer feel lost
no longer feel dead
the world spinning faster than before
more real
than you could have imagined

june two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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