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A to B

By Bex JordanPublished about a month ago 1 min read
Lines on a Map

There's a certain sort of comfort

In staring at a map,

Drawing a line

From point A_______

_________________to point B

Nevermind the mountains

Or homes, or traffic, distractions

Plot a course as the crow flies

Turn a page, and I'm across the sea.


There's a good amount of confidence

In writing out a plan

Making a list to get

From point A_______

_________________to point B

Nevermind the pitfalls

The waves, recessions,

Debt, depressions

And whatever heartbreak

You make in between.


The course was oh-so clear

Once upon a time

The companion, the career

The home by the sea

I never expected chaos

(Though it's always followed me)

Terrified to be alone

I diligently read my lines,

Didn't want to cause a scene.


The truth is below the surface

(As the iceberg, and the ship

at the bottom of the sea)

And my eyes have gotten weary

Staring at all these lines

I spent so much time

Afraid of making waves

And now I'm left to wonder

Where's the point?

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About the Creator

Bex Jordan

She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.

Profile photo by Román Anaya (https://www.roman-anaya.com/).

Instagram: @UmaSabirah

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  • Allie Bickertona day ago

    If other people’s Poems are like regular meds, yours are like the extended release version.

  • Aphotic29 days ago

    This resonates deeply. Great poem.

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