There’s a discernment that one considers after the fall the careful consideration of how it all ended How? Why? Dismay settles down where reckless abandonment lay, there’s reason to banter, to be fickle and fitful that isn’t today Trends say/ dictate/ you should iterate to find answers, get granular and nit-pick the evidence for a kernel of truth leading to that resolute moment A fall without purpose is the worst of all purport the reason to discern some meaning in the encounter, buckle-up your spine and lift your head, face to face toe to toe, display some grace The discernment comes as a reckoning a sober cold slap on a hot face What really mattered? Was it all a waste? Discern it down to a tiny speck, a seedling you placed.
© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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