There is a tiredness about me now
along with an unfulfilled need…
like a writer who yearns to write,
but the words fail to arrive.
Gray, cold, dark… unseasonable
for this time of year. I shiver while
staring out at the rain, knowing this
is a precursor of what is to come.
Thoughts swim through my head…
yet, there is no sense in projecting
myself there…I am not the future…
I am not even the past…
I am this…
that which I am at present
and nothing more.
Amor
Regis
May sun and warmth invade your life again. :~)
Cryssa
I agree with your last three lines. You, dear Dawn, are
definitely NOW. -gene.
Very thought provoking write.
Mary
Sheila
The struggling along, the soulfulness. It's like medicine on this gray day.
Blessings,
Christine
fee
Love, peace and blessings NOW!
John Michael Domino
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
I love where you go with this and how you say it.
John