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It is four years, and your decision to make.. sink, or swim?
by Jolie JordanI've fled from you
and this city
many times.
With pursed lips
and soaked bones
I will fling myself into this river
and pray that I can swim.
12/08/2011 Author's Note: This took two seconds to write. and in regards to the poem.. at what point do you just "know"?
Posted on 12/09/2011
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 12/09/11 at 02:55 PM Sometimes the fast ones are the ones with the most 'oomph' like this one. I don't think there's a point we can identify...but you just KNOW. I think you do. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 01/28/12 at 11:33 PM I don't believe one ever really does, but decides what to "know" with certainty based on how little work needs to be done to coexist/achieve equilibrium. If staying in a mediocre situation means momentary peace of mind, even if it's unsustainable in the long term, that's usually what happens. Alcohol helps, I find. |
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