a calm has settled upon me
the tumultuous thoughts of this morning
have settled somewhere safely in a corner
a part of my mind where hurts go to heal
sometimes there is such loneliness in depression
a need for love so strong it manifests as pain
a huge lump in my centre cutting off air
and a blank in my brain where hope once was
this morning I walked with heavy steps in the sun
Churchill’s black dog strained at a tight leash
choking me with tales of nothingness and no need
outsider, no-hoper, social-misfit, crone
it is true, if you wait, another mood comes
hours, days, months later it ventures in
highlighting a flower, a photo, a word
and a small slither of hope enters the world
Copyright June 2017