Wanting to take my own life when I realized its not my end just yet.
So that night came.
I saw the end of all light
Every next day.
As I'm stroking
Marking cut by cut
Reliving all past painful memories.
The first memory came to mind
Slowly each floated on the oceans surface.
Touching,
Screaming,
Sudden shame filled my soul,
Blaming myself for all that has happened.
Every whip
Every swift,
Sudden movement, touching skin.
To my mind and soul,
It struck me.
My end, is yet, but far still to come.
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This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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