Daisy yellow

I believe this to be my redemption; summer sun and daisy yellow, buttercup chin and a hopeful tomorrow. The breeze sings soft, the trees keep in time waltzing like the wheat, the pillowcases hanging out on the line. Buds bloom like friendly hands and stretch upward meeting the endless blue sky and I wait. I … Continue reading Daisy yellow

Damp

It rained today; not cats or dogs nor sweet little drips and drops but it was enough to wet my clothes, make heavy feel heavier, and the earth feel closer as it rose up toward me; drenched my fingertips and I felt the weight of gravity. The heaviness which keeps the world turning and my … Continue reading Damp

Rigid

My bones feel rigid like I’m living with rigor mortis, depression’s equivalent of arthritis. There’s nothing the doctor can prescribe; sunshine cannot be packaged and nor can your smile so I guess I’ll just wait in my heaviness. This opaque silence where nothing can relieve the nothingness I feel whenever you leave.     © … Continue reading Rigid