Reckoning

I’ve been alive now
for 17 days.
That’s the number of mornings
I’ve lifted my head
away from the new pillow
and felt the metallic air
rush like a winter storm
into the warm
cocoon of my covers.
None of the problems of living
have been solved
and none have abated
since my close proximity to death,
but there’s an absence
of hope I’ve decided
I can live with after all—
and it will be the goal
of this second life
to polish that emptiness
until it shines.

 

DeMaris Gaunt
11-24-15

 

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