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Few people in my life ever knew that I wrote poetry. I would just quietly fill notebooks up with my little verbal snapshots, hiding them away. So putting my poems online for other people to read is a bit nerve-wracking, like speaking in public or going out on a blind date. (Gosh, what do I wear?!) Here is one I think a lot of people might be able to relate to and understand, at least if you are more the domestic type:

Made My Bed

Every morning I make up the bed,
Press down the rumpled pleats,
Fluff my pillows in their cases
And tidy up the tangled sheets.

I wish it were such simple a task
To straighten up my life –
Tuck in heartbreak, pull up sadness,
Cover over pain and strife.

Some choices lay like linen sheets
Whose creases will never come out,
No matter how much I tug or iron,
Or try to smooth them down.

Nagging small reminders,
They are marks I would rather forget;
But there is no avoiding struggle
Once the wrinkles are set.

So I learn to live with consequences,
Make peace with all the mess,
Resolving to try with each new day
To leave one wrinkle less.

If you liked this poem, you can check out some of my other ones here.

Categories: Inspirational Poetry Writing

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Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.

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