Anyone who has lived a while,

Accumulated times that should not have been,

Suffers, not from misdirections, not from what was,

But from what was not, but

Never could have been.


Deaths, destructions, things missed and unretrieved.

These are the unhealed wounds that ache,

That never heal into scars one can neglect.

They pulse in long nights of memories.


Realities are realities, the bones

That minutes, hours flesh with necessities.

One must breathe, eat, sleep and sense

This time alive and react in concert or cease.

There is no easy release.


One must accommodate, possess, presume

The sharp blade of fate will not cut deeply,

Miss vitals and slide past what remains.

No doubt there will be blood and fear

But morning may demonstrate one still is here.


4 thoughts on “Sustain

  1. I often ask myself, how you cope with today’s challenges which seem to imcrease. It’s so good to hear your voice, Jan. Thank you.


    1. Over a long life I have done many things and many things have been done to me that were, to put it mildly, difficult to accept. Sustaining is not a merely.


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