The midwest winter day
darkens and chills my home.
My mind struggles
To find reasons why to live.
I light candles, room to room
But they don't light my spirit.
When you get to this age
Life's a game of jacks.
You throw the ball in the air,
And before it can bounce,
Life beats you to the grab.
The jacks disappear,
A loved one here,
A body part there,
Your face in the mirror,
Disfigured with age,
Your bank account you couldn't save.
I've lost so much, and I know it's true:
Life doesn't care what you're attached to.
Renelle West
November, 2006
Canton, Ohio
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