little destructions

love has been burning a hole in me
in the way that a house can be wrecked by
tragedy like a fire or a murder
tested in a race that is unexpected or
little tortures that break your spirit slow
end up showing more of yourself than you know
do what you feel the finish line should consist of
even if it means jogging through the flames today
shifting from the future to the present is a
taste of the work required to move on
riddles you placed for yourself far in the past
under the hypnosis of a delusional confidence
coming in above the radar
these tomorrow tempest-filled times tickled
included in the dodging of
only a few hundred bullets of meanness
nowadays heroes are made by dealing with thier life
so don’t judge when a struggle is in front of you
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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