“all my days”

Written for:  The Twiglets #291 - all my days

I have no need to count
all the days I have had
so far.  All the days
I have left, I prefer
to leave a mystery.

All my days-a life 
in chapters.

all her days blur
little pinpricks stand out
she does not know why

          Looking back, she's amazed at how life turned out.
           Sometimes she ponders and is filled with doubt
                   that this is her life,
                   not a phase of strife
           that will pass, as if it's just a bad bout.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to “all my days”

  1. Debi says:

    I definitely agree with your first poem.


  2. Rall says:

    Life-continual strife…I have one of those too.—hang in there !


  3. Misky says:

    These are all fabulous.


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