White Lies

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Inhale the deep frustration
Lighten up dear, it’s a hoax
A Jack In The Box, spring-back
Whirlwind of winded emotions

I wake up
Remember to blink
Once more, for good measure
Turn around to see a familiar body

But a forgetful road

Crick, Crank
Churn the cogs, another spent, another done
Minutes dancing off my brain stems
Watercolor fades to gone

I am too, in this for the long haul
For the touch, the honest smell
Gliding past my nose
I see a small me down the road

She spreads her fingers across the dried-out, Summer grass
Jaundice yellow, dissipating into dust
She wonders why each blade of grass could not stay green
And always alive

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Published by Jayne

Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

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