Jessica Roux Poems

Through summer’s cool breeze
To winter’s bare trees;
The missing pieces found the empty puzzle.
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It’s true
that life exists
beneath the surface.
But
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A storm of constant cliché
Lie in my body.
The translucent heart
And the precious bone(s)
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Rain lashes down
But the tree remains motionless.
The leaves rustle from flimsy branches
And eventually fall onto foreign ground
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There’s something floating outside my window
But I cannot fully see for my blinds are shut.

I release the blinds with my eager hands
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A constant journey
Never ceasing
Corrupts my mind
Without an apology
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The puzzle was scattered
All over the floor
Some pieces hid beneath
Crevices in the ground
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