Set in Gold
My mind is made up,
presentable like the bed
I leave behind
for the loose ends that come
with day.
I can’t go without saying
that my decision traces
across my smile like a gilded
metal brace.
Uncertainty will never
pull back my sheets,
breaking the identity
of my uniformed
surface.
Purpose.
—JG ©2026

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