DetermiNation

I have not wanted to face

 the clarity

 the quiet 

the slow shift

 of weight

 the reality

that becomes

 undeniable

 once written

that space

 between the breaths

at last...

the locked hinge,

 unbroken pane

three weeks until the mark.

bearing names 

that refuse to dim, 

unbroken to the line.

October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 14 of 31