The Spinning Clock Knows Not

by Stephanie Annis

Some days are dark reminders.

Alone is where you’ll find her.

No matter the schemes,

The circles, the peeps,

In the end, we are alone.

No matter how full of life we’ve grown.

There’s always a stone.

Pain cannot be shared.

Shame only beard.

Scared we’ve been scarred.

Life’s blessings, oh, so, bizarre.

They’re both pain-filled and powerful.

Inexplicably paradoxical.