nose wide open
girl, he' got your nose wide open
yep, he sure the fuck does
i said never, ever again
would a guy affect me like this
girl, whatcha gonna do 'bout it?
gonna do nothin'
wonderful to have a body
in my bed again
ten years of hugging
a pillow at night
girl, why now? why him?
God sent him to me
wasn't looking
wasn't ready
girl, why is he special?
'cause he purrs when
my hands touch him
he kisses me
and you know the rest
i've turned into
the cat lady
a one cat lady
and i was ready
God knew more
than I did
learning with this cat
sounds crazy
but yep, maybe I am
verdict is out on this one
Jenny Olson 8/20/24
Jenny Olston The Poet © 2024
Halfway to Nowhere
i stand here
feet firmly planted
halfway to nowhere
not sure which turn
in the road to take
which mountain to climb
which ocean to swim
frozen
at the juncture
of my past
and my present
striving to move forward
and yet i stay
firmly rooted in time
halfway to nowhere
what lies beyond
i can't see
and don't trust
what i can't see
but i know i need to move
i can't stay here much longer
that i do know
i'll go back to nowhere
and miss my somewhere
girl, decide
make up your mind
take the risky choice
it's where your future lies
i take a deep breath
cross my fingers
and leap
forward
leave halfway to nowhere
where it needs to be
in my past
i shut that door
firmly, latch the lock
and go forward
Jenny Olson 8/1/24
Jenny Olson The Poet © 2024
Jenny Olson wants her words to make people feel and think. From human trafficking to freedom, addiction to recovery, from abuse to redemption. She is a survivor of complex trauma; a widow making her way in a brave new world. An emerging poet, she writes about hard things that people have done to them. Or do to themselves. Those things people don't talk about, much less write about. But to those women still stuck and imprisoned in these worlds, they need a voice and she intends to be that voice. And for those who don't know these worlds, read and learn.
Published in various online journals and publications, and anthologies. Instangram: JennyOlsonThePoet, Facebook: Musings of An Angry Woman
Smoke is In the Air
smoke is in the air
something burning somewhere
it's her, she's burning
the little life she has is burning
his sickness takes away
the last thing she had for herself
the life she fought
so hard to make within the walls
he built around her
no more chats before logging in
no more bitching after meetings
no more meetings
truth be told, she liked meetings
no more working from hospital
instead of working from home
her career, her identity of her
she had made something of herself
all burning up
like the end of her childhood
burned up for him, he took and took
she knew she didn't get back
but there's smoke in the air
and no way to put that fire out
It burns down to coals
that crush under her feet
smoke is in the air
Jenny Olson 4/3/2024
Jenny Olson The Poet © 2024