I live here
In my head.
It is a messy place
Stuff strewn about.
Life memories stuck here and there
With no sense of order.
Weighty piles of past mound
Consume precious storage space.
See? Over there, a volcano of anger
Right next to it a cider cone of sadness.
Tear-water has etched canyons
Spilling out a delta of regrets.
I should again muck out the mess
Reseed the fertile ground with faith and forgiveness.
Hard work and today I don’t feel good enough about myself to put out the effort.
Untended, it all comes back.
May 12, 2009
My Visitors
1 comment:
Boy can I relate to this! I love tear-water etching canyons.
I will be first in line when you finally publish your first book of poems. And I will read your poems over and over again, just like I read Mary Oliver's.
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