Sorrow presses hard
Staring out my eyeballs like the devil
Heart clouds gather
The rain streaks my cheeks.
Withdrawn child – be tender with yourself
Your heart is hand blown glass
Cup it in your hands
Caress the vulnerability
This day is a frail day –
It is treasure easily shattered.
Hold it gingerly - cherishing
This was the original, very personal version of this piece:
Upon waking I did not know that this would be one of my frail days
But the day looms before me - an enemy poised to fight - and me with no fight.
One foot before the other - barely
One thought to another - barely
Struggling to see outside my brain.
Sorrow presses hard - staring out my eyeballs like the devil.
Heart clouds gather and rain streaks my cheeks.
Today I must be a child withdrawn -tender with myself.
My hands caress my heart's vulnerability -
Not a bouncing ball today but glass hand blown.
Today is one of my frail days.
I hold it gingerly - treasuring.
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