2018, a poem


Was this the beginning

of the end?

Or the end

of a new beginning?

It was more of 2017,

but with an odd sense

of hope?

Or was that just me?

Was this not the year

that all the marches

all the protests

all the action

started to pay off?

Am I remembering this right?

Was this not the year we

brought down the house?

Wasn’t this

the year we put a collar

on a Golden State Killer?

Wasn’t this the year


became survivors?

Was this all but a dream?

Was it real?

It feels like it was all

so long ago.


Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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