Profound Loss

I was younger by
A dozen years, in two past,
My life was mine then –
So much taken from me now
Living less matters somehow.

Living is only Death alive.

©Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Monday, December 1, 2025

Remorse

I have some major rethinking to do. I am truly shaken.

What about you? Have you already had this moment? What choices did you make?

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God Bless You!

Creative Production Day

Above the line is some material I found on FaceBook. Below is my reaction to it. That part has my copyright.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I hope today finds you well and I pray God’s abundant blessings on you.

Prompt: Find time to create something during your day. Even if it is just working in a journal like I have here, you need to express yourself in your media of choice.

If you will, please comment, follow, and like what you found here.

You are precious, loved, and worthy. I hope you find hope and joy each day.

Be safe, stay well, and enjoy all you can.

Reclaimation

Remembering
We are more than
Pieces of refuse
Regurgitated
Onto the ground.
We have
Worth,
Spaces;
Some things
To give
A world
Narrowed by
Misunderstanding.
Where we
Live is in
The essence of
Being.
There is no
Us
Without God
Who injects
Us with
Hope
Beyond
Measure.
Our thoughts
Become
Tangible when
Consigned to
Words
Voiced or
On a page.
No one
Can take
Meaning,
Purpose,
From us.
These live
Within the heart,
Soul of us.
There are heights
To scale
And we reach
Up to grab
Hold of
Inspiration
Which makes
Dreams true.
Maybe we have
Nothing to
Show our
Greatness,
But our
Story
Is not
Over yet.
An Infinity
Of Life,
Love,
Creativity
Calls.
We are
Becoming
Who we
Will.

Losing or Winning

When
Contemplating
The loss
Of most of
My worldly
Possessions
Because I have
No space
Here in Texas
And cannot
Travel back
To Georgia,
In any case,
My Heart Breaks.

My mind
Descends
Saying there
Is no life
Left for
You,
Take it,
Leave.
Suicidal
Ideation
Becomes pressing
The voices louder.
I fight –
A welterweight
Contending
For Existence.

I
Have
Been
Cleaning
Everything
In sight,
Keeping busy
To allow
My heart
Room
To Fight
A mind
Gone
Haywire
Once more –
Worst than
Every
Day
Here
Before.

I have
Purpose NOW
Even though my
Wayward brain
Would have
It, I forget.
Demanding
I quit,
But
It fails
To
Recognize
I
Never
Give
Up!
When
Ringed
Around
With turmoil,
Trouble,
I excavate
Digging deep
Where no
Killer impulse
Can go, grow.

I am
Expert
In Entertaining
Myself with
Loves
Which are
Forever;
And immersing
Myself
In Prayer.
Jesus
Washes
Me clean.
He has my
Victory!

Still,
And Still,
Time/Space
Are a vexing
Trial.
Consistent
Battles
Carry
Thunderous
Barrage –
Punching
Low, Below,
But I shall
Not Give In!

Win,
Beloved!
Do
It Over
And Again!

Fly high!

ASCEND!