The roaring river

slows to a trickle

amid long days

when rage rises up

flooding your soul

drowning everything else out.

And yet, they wait

just out of reach—

the promise of a sunrise.

This is the seventeenth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim

The Confidence of a Teenage Girl
Summer 2017

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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