testing the waters
each poem written is but a test
or a testament to life on earth
a mystery and a gift
beholden to one’s own beatitude
I told myself I would never be lonely
but here I am writing poetry
coming to terms with what
I may or may not believe
anything is possible I keep
telling myself
determined to declutter
my house of cards
all the while deleting
every unnecessary word
november two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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