Getting Better … Jade McClintock

by Jade McClintock

With faith I wrote, “I don’t know what this is, but I think it’s an apology.” I wrote, “Please forgive me. Know this is no one’s fault but my own.” I wrote, “This was inevitable. Pray for me.” And then I burned it instead of myself And went back to sleep And got up the next day. Then I wrote, I burned, I slept, I woke. I WROTE I BURNED I SLEPT I WOKE I WROTE I BURNED I SLEPT I WROTE And did it all again. I’m still trying… To what? I don’t know. Hope, I suppose.