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I've been vaguely unhappy with my blog. Not enough colors and words. Not enough poetry and not enough honest writing. So this will hopefully change. Here goes.

love
kj

I stopped writing poems
When the light changed
that third time, in '08.
What first exalted became charcoal
and what came then
immobilized me,
banished to a room with no words.
Then in time, cast from a firmer grain,
I glimpsed the shine again,
a beam teasing me with future hope.

It's six decades before I admit
that one rock from destiny
can imprison.
I'll say it now: life is hard.
Too hard. Too much.
Still,
light brings warmth,
every sunrise proves that true.
But there's an important rub:
light from the past can only dim.
There is no forward
until you look ahead,
until you let the darkness
lose.