one and twenty days

thoughts tick mercilessly

mocking my mind unceasingly

each hour searches increasingly

minutes second-guess me so easily

every trace of time misses you.

ava wood

Poem, Day 5

What a difference a day makes—for better or for worse. Happenings months ago inspired this piece and since then my emotions have come full circle and are now tilting toward one-eighty. Funny how time does that.