Meeting full face on dark mornings

A final villanelle, under the fobbed, impendent belly of Time.

By Hannah MoorePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Half of life gone, and half still oncoming?

I flail between youth and old age,

I make my choice, I have to keep running.

Towards or away? Please heart, keep drumming,

There’s too much and never enough,

Half of life gone, and half still oncoming?

Some mornings dawn grey, some rise up stunning,

Whether met with joy or with dread,

I make my choice, I have to keep running.

One moment up, the next I’m succumbing,

To fear that I’ve used up my luck.

Half of life gone, and half still oncoming?

I throw myself in, purpose is numbing,

Pace wisely, I’m trying to last,

I make my choice, I have to keep running.

I know in my heart, I’m still becoming,

More than I was yesterday,

Half of life gone, and half still oncoming?

I make my choice, I have to keep running.

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