THE MYSTERIES OF MY MIND

THE POSEY PRESENT

Poetry is a ray of light,

a beacon of hope,

that you are not alone in the universe.

Poetry is a mirror,

words of glass,

reflecting all your joys and woes.

Poetry is a gift,

wrapped in verses,

given to the world for all to share.

THE MYSTERIES OF MY MIND

All cards on the table,

words dealt to me

form a deck of thoughts

at first unknown to me,

but slowly revealing themselves.

When I write,

I don’t know where my pen will take me.

I’m surprised by the markings the ink makes,

but that’s part of the fun.

Exploring the depths of my mind,

seeing what it has to offer,

the finished poem

a discovery

of a part of myself

I never knew.

THE ETERNAL FLAME

My love for you

is an eternally lit candle,

burning the brightest flame.

No matter how much

the wind blows,

or the rain pours,

it will never extinguish.

No matter how much

the wick goes down,

or the wax melts,

it won’t be snuffed out.

Whenever you need light

in your darkest hour,

I will be your beacon

and illuminate the path.

Whenever you need warmth

on the coldest day,

I will be the heat

to dethaw your heart.

So carry this torch

throughout your life

to ward away

all fear and strife.

ALL DAY, EVERY DAY

Sun rays pouring

in through the window,

to start the morning.

I see you off

out the front door

into a stressful world.

Sun high in the sky,

shining down on

a bright afternoon.

Back from my walk,

you call me on break,

we talk and laugh together.

Sun sinking low

on the horizon,

biding good evening.

You come inside

tired and burnt out,

I give you a hug.

Moon takes over,

glowing with the stars,

lighting up the night.

This time is ours,

watching a show,

or simply relaxing.

No matter the

time of day,

you are always

in my thoughts.

I know that you

think of me as well,

our hearts and minds

forever linked.

MAIN CHARACTER ENERGY

I don’t know how to be

anyone other than myself.

I’m a terrible actor,

this mask is ill-fitting on me.

I can try to pretend,

but it’s a poor disguise.

I know what I like

and what I don’t,

what I think

and what I believe.

I have been told

I have to play a part,

but I turned I down,

tore up the script.

I won’t be an imposter,

what others expected of me.

I’ll ignore the director,

won’t pander to the camera,

I’ll make my own movie,

write my own lines,

build my own sets,

design my own costumes,

edit my own footage,

call the shots in my own life

Susanne Wolf’s first major publication was a short story called “The Reluctant Lady,” appearing in the anthology Camelot 13. Susanne has recently had a poem, “High Tide at Ocean City, Maryland,” and a flash fiction, “This is Not a Date,” published in the July 2025 issue of Pen in Hand. She is currently working on a children’s story collection and a few poetry collections, which she plans on self-publishing.