Poem-a-day #16

Trying to channel In pursuit of change Anger the dominant hue Smoldering relentlessly Peace and solace lost Beyond my realm of grasp Growing more wicked Each day that passes Trying to release resentment Fill the leftover spaces Take responsibility Devote attention To my own faded light My own personal growth Acceptance of self And what

Poem-a-day #15

Longing for the day When the last Memory fades And my heart Gives way To the lies ©2013 jillie Jillterry.com National Poetry Month

Poem-a-day #13

Insanity knocks Incessantly Demanding Slowly the door Creaks open Grating harshly Over broken fragments From the inside Blackness spews Insanity hesitates Enters anyway ©2013 jillie Jillterry.com National Poetry Month

Poem-a-day #12

It’s the sorting of self When you don’t understand How it is you really feel what it is you really want Believing in a time that may or may not come Standing still and alone watching it pass you by It’s the certainty of death in having felt and watched it descend Wrapping round taking

Poem-a-day #11

Each time I felt myself slipping away Body and spirit beginning to separate Affixed with a single transparent cord World turned grey then faded to black Numbness set in all pain surpassed The closer I got to deaths waiting door Elements taken as I was snatched back away Shadow residuals that will always remain Left

Poem-a-day #10

Into still waters He calmly led me Silent . . . In the white wave I am no longer Sinking ©2013 jillie Jillterry.com National Poetry Month

Poem-a-day #9

NAVIGATING DARKNESS Plans and visions Some divinely inspired Our want and need To see through fruition Countless possibilities Each one disheartening When life reroutes us With its own destination To a place perhaps We’re intended to be For reasons deeper Than our own understanding Trials and tests In perfect design Awaken us from Unconsciousness To

Poem-a-day #8

SEA GLASS Everything crushed Ground to sand Washes ashore Pebbles of glass ©2013 jillie Jillterry.com National Poetry Month

Poem-a-day #7

Doorway to a Dream Standing at the threshold Having followed the sacred path I emerged from my own crysallis Discovering the colors of my heart I hold the key in hand Unlocks the doorway to a dream I give all I have in offering Yet still am not bade entry ©2013 jillie Jillterry.com National Poetry