A Poem

Jenny Justice
Sep 18 · 2 min read
Photo by Kevin Maillefer on Unsplash


every single
thing is pounding,

crashing down
I am holding it up —

dust falls,
dust settles;

dust is the least of it —
but the most of it,

the return the return,
the origin of it all, of us all,

ashes to ashes,
dust to dust, and whatnot —

a handful of clay,
a breath on this clay, is what they say;

how it all began, how it all started:
go back to it I beg of you,

spilling your dirt on us all, crumbling it up,
pouring it into our eyes, laughing —

getting away with it, getting away with it, getting away with it; rockslide —
stomping — no mud because my tears will not water this farce any longer,

my tears are reserved for the worthy —
I re-survive, I re-thrive, constantly, growing;

and all you can do, all you can ever do —
is kick dirt, kick rocks, shake and shatter and pound,

make a mess with your
avalanche of egotism,

by your tantrums —

the blowback —



Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, Feminism and Climate Change, so far. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.

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A Poet Mom who brings Poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, justice, and feeling. Sociologist. Writer. Poetry Fangirl ❤POM Poet❤

Invisible Illness

We don't talk enough about mental health.