For My Days Were Said To Be— by Katrenia Grace Busch

For my days were said to be— 

Short in number and time, 

This I said— a tragedy

For my life— be but a shadows design 

Only when the light be here— 

Are my days then ever seen, 

Dependent on it to even appear 

Dependent to be too been! 

For my days be immovable, 

As a shadow is to day— 

That is to say— but an anvil 

To the hammer’s swing and sway 

Only when the night be gone— 

When it’s said goodbye, 

Temporarily— as is dusk and dawn 

Noticed as the Earth is to sky! 

For my days be forced to follow, 

The day that leads by light 

For my days be but a shadow 

Where stars appear to write 

Only when the stars appear 

To twinkle upon the sky— 

To write my fate— to guide, to steer 

The ship by sea and night 

For my days be written by, 

The stars— who in shadow reside 

When the day is sleeping and has said goodnight 

To the dusky earth it where it hides 

Katrenia Grace Busch is a freelance journalist whose work has appeared in NPR, CBS, as well as local newspapers. Her award-winning poem titled, “Mystery and Wind” took 2nd place in the 2022 League for Innovative Creative Writing contest. She continues to serve as a poetry editor for The Bookends Review and is on the editorial board for the American Psychological Association’s Psychology of Consciousness: Theory, Research and Practice. She is a federal grant reviewer for the U.S. Department of Justice. Her work can be found in Red Penguin Books, Bloom Magazine, The Trouvaille Review, October Hill, Literature Today amongst others.  She can be found on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/share/15fooLK5EE/?mibextid=wwXIfr