Think of life as a novel
days as pages —
some crisp with beginnings
some smudged with endings
There are pages of love
pages of hurt
pages of grief
that gather themselves
into the long arc
of a single life
As we turn back through them
we see where we stood
where we wandered
where we arrived
There are pages of hope
pages of hardship
pages of faith
pages of doubt —
pages where we flourished
pages where we faded
There are pages on the mountain
filled with glory and sunlight
and pages in the valley
where the ink ran thin
There are pages we wish
had never been written
and pages we hold
like a warm stone in the hand
All of life fills these pages —
every jagged line
every quiet margin —
and somehow
they make a story
we continue to read
even as we write it
© Ron Simpson Jr.
September 10, 2026
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