Jen Morgan

Keyboard strikes… tap tap tap Delete Delete Delete… tap tap tap. Like raindrops hitting the cement… tap tap tap The words of human frailty fall to the ground. Can You hear what I’m thinking? A dozen questions flood my mind Of what to ask you. Am I listening clearly? Normal and predictable verse I do not want. I don’t want to write anything without you being the author. I feel an aching to write. It’s like an itch that I can’t scratch. The depth, the emotion, the clever use of words,...

My tongue is so tired From shallow and fruitless talk. So parched, so dry, I crave water in this drought. Shoes worn, soles are shot From crooked ways and dangerous walks. I’m afraid to move forward. This world is so fraught. Where you are seems so far away. Endless thoughts of how to please, how to do, what to be Stuck in my own head; Thoughts of you roam in… And then flow out like the sea. Tides of life determining What I choose to believe. Truth is elusive, But so clear to see. Open my...

What if I loved you more? Would you care more for me? What if the stars fell from the sky? Would the remembrance of our story be? Could it be that your story is written from the beginning of time with Me? For it is I, who brought you to where, I had always planned for you to be. Time scales and memories balance on the knife edge of an infinite plane through the ruins and shards of wars long past, But my love still remains. I never gave up on you Even though you gave up on me. I searched...