The Haunting

Haunted by voices, the only child sees
shadows pass by. When he closes
his eyes, he can still see the demons
haunting him. Noise fills the still air.
Haunted by those who won’t leave,
he stays up all night. One night,
the only child hears his name being called.
Afraid and awake, he walks toward
the voice calling his name. He gets
close enough to see a ballpoint pen
lodged between a blank journal.
The only child picks up the pen, filling
up the blank pages. He writes, “I’m not
real” over and over. The voices stop,
and the shadows disappear. The only
child closes the journal, then the curtains
are thrown open. The shining light
illuminates his transparent face.
The light shines right through.
Surrounded by life, the only child sees
his future then jumps into the past. It felt
so real for him. He almost forgot, he was
a lurking shadow, once alive and well.
The only child visits the blank journal
now and again to encounter memories
once made, remembered, and forgot.

The Road I Chose

This is my 7th Self-Published chapbook. It is called The Road I Chose. The theme is the unknown. Often times, we go through life and we are constantly presented with big decisions. The decisions we choose inevitably affect our future. I explore the feelings of being lost, being found, and being hopeful. This is the 3rd chapbook in The Driveway Journals collection, which will consist of four total chapbooks. Please enjoy this chapbook and allow it to bring peace and refuge into your life!
Peace and Love,
Jesse

I now present to you…

The Road I Chose

The Rise and Fall

I get up every morning
and I rise to my feet.
I get ready for the day –
just as people do.
I rise for another time.
I don’t see the signs
of any future decline.
I get dressed. I walk
towards the front door.
I swing the door open
and I take a big step,
but I trip before I leave.
I start to fall to the floor.
Just like that, my mood
is under attack. I rise
again, not before I tie
my shoes. The fall hurt,
but I learned to rise.
I look to the sky above
and I rise to my feet.
I like standing up to
the faces of defeat.

Against the Grain

I’ve never been normal in this life.
I’ve been creating my own light.
In this life, I’ve felt day and night.
I’ve run so far to feel alright.
It had never been easy to be
in a place that can’t be seen.
No matter what, I swam upstream;
I loved to play on the other team.
I’ve always been told to go left
but going left never felt right.
When told to talk, I held my breath.
When told to quit, I knew to fight.
I’ve always gone against the grain.
I’ve learned to endure life’s pain.
I’ve walked miles in my own lane.
I’ve walked alone in my own brain.
The path I chose has one red rose.
The rose can only be picked by me.
I’ve felt some highs to find my lows
I swam upstream. I fought the breeze.
I’ve stayed when I was told to leave.
I’ve gone against the grain to be free.

Note to Self

Life vs. Death,

Light vs. Dark.

Up vs. Down,

Never vs. Now.

Pain vs. Joy,

When vs. How.

So much weight

must be balanced.

Life as we know it

disappears.

So much to consider

in all our years.

So much to learn.

So little time.

I get so lost

between each rhyme.

I must find a way

and make it mine.

Before we depart,

just know I’m fine.