For this week’s #writerwednesday post, I thought I’d share a poem I wrote titled “Walking Myself Home.”

Walking Myself Home by Jill Ocone

I walk alone

Beneath a single star

So bright

It burns itself out,

The tears too plentiful

To extinguish the fire,

The hole too great

To fill the vacant soul.

There will be no rescue here tonight.

I walk home

Through the muck of

Unfulfilled promises

And misspent pennies.

The seed that is planted

Wilts as soon as it sprouts,

Poisons but never blooms.

There will be no rebirth here tonight.

I walk away

Whittling the layers

Away from my heart,

The bounty

A thousand discarded dreams

Plus one.

Together, they swirl around the void

Ghostlike in flight

But lifeless in kind.

There will be no awakening here tonight.

Thank you for joining me on my journey. I am glad you are here.

With light and gratitude,

Jill

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