Unpunctuated

 

A baby’s breath,

but a whisper

of life

a reminder

of where we start

so we know

wherever we go

it is the direction

we choose

or chose

or were born with…

…you judge,

because you know

and I know

you will.

Debate rages on

but only

in our own minds

or maybe also

that of those

whom profess to love

us,

but time passes

and it turns

like an opinion

whose final thought

is still left

unpunctuated.

By CHERI ROBERTS