Some Days

I feel inside of a dark fog

Lightheaded and free-falling

The reality compass spinning

A ghostly voice calling

Prayers, searching for a reason

I’m an astronaut in space

Drifting into darkness

Disappearing with no trace

I’m okay and then I’m not

I move forward then fall back

The journey becomes a squiggle

Thank god for Prozac

I’m hanging by a thread

Survivors suffer in quiet

The world can’t hear the scream

Inside, there’s a scary riot

Death is a black hole

Swallowing our being

Stripping us bare

Leaving us unfeeling

Light breaks the shadows

A bud appears in the snow

Determined against the odds

Hope reborn as an embryo

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s