All morning it has looked like it’s going to rain. I have been up since 6am and I haven’t gotten anything done. I am in pain and don’t feel like moving. This is the first thing I have written today. I wanted to get a lot of writing done today. It doesn’t look like that is going to happen.
The gray skies have gotten me down a little. But, I do keep trying. Poetry seems to heal me in some way. I write it for myself. Maybe, in some way, I use my poetry to stay connected to my grandfather. He loved it.
Poem: Gray Skies
The skies are gray, the world feels dull
I sit and stare at the walls, feeling small
The energy drains, motivation fades
I feel like a ghost, lost in the shades
The rain drizzles down, a steady beat
Matched by the emptiness in my heart’s defeat
I long to break free, to feel alive
But the gray skies weigh me down, I can’t thrive
The thought of moving, about doing something
Seems like an impossible undertaking
So I sit in silence, lost in the haze
Waiting for the sun to break through and blaze
But for now, I am stuck in this gloom
Hoping for brighter days to bloom
Until then, I’ll sit and wait
Lost in the gray, feeling the weight.
Much love and light,
Brenda Marie
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