Judy Jones

My life is void of optimism
I have become empty
At times
you can see can see Sadness quietly, curled up in a ball, in the corner
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The first day of spring
This shortened, chilly day
I can still feel the warmth of the distant sun
I emerge with the tranquil, dawning day
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Elated and passionate
I cast my play
Exhilarated, my heart springs open with your entrance
But your face halts my leap
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Slumped and sinking
Deep into nothing
Flightless bird
I watch as you struggle
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I can not forget the image
of looking into your eyes
Trying to see what stirs behind them
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Fantasy is for believers
To keep the dream alive
A form of hope
Unrealistic, but palatable
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Reflections
Should be seen more often
than during a life crisis
Denying yourself the full spectrum
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I stand in the shadows
Afraid to step out
The sun is so uninviting
The fear of it's pentetrating rays overwhelm me
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I lay awake
in anticipation
Excitement
Fear
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There are billions of people in this world
Yet most of us feel so alone
We are all wondering down a different path
We'd connect
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I sit in a jacuzzi in a midday, Nevada heat
Fears bubbling up on every side of me
The ticking light, glaring in anticipation
of another wrong move
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A star was born
Hidden in the moon's shadows
Look deep, and you can see it shimmer
Look into my eyes,
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The demons haunt me at night
Their whispers echo in the night
I ache for a peaceful sleep
Come morning,
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I'm struggling
to see something great in me
It doesn't even have to be great
just acceptable
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It's such a shame
How we hold so much energy and creativity inside
but lack a direction to channel it
Like we are waiting on someone
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The moon is high
The day has long said its last goodbye
I am a locomotive
coming in for the day's last stop
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Yes, I am here
Or at least partly
I'm not sure where you'll find the rest of me
Running,
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Those born into bliss
Surrounded and comforted
Don't believe in life without it
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Rest heavily upon my chest
Compress me
Suppress me
Keep me from unfolding
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Take a second look
and you'll see we all have imperfections
Maybe the scholars are right
and it can be followed back to our roots
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