waiting for the rain
and here where i mostly lay
i am drifting in gray
rain falling in my heart
wanting to walk, dance,
read,write,paint,clean...
but none of it can happen
the weakness has a deep hold
on me
grayness wraps around me
shaky and scary
most of the day
hours pass
long and lonely
visits short as my strength
is limited but still they help
good food arrives daily
to feed my body
notes and calls arrive to feed my soul....
i am lost, worn out and weary
let me rest....
1 comment:
Too bad you don't have your little cuddle lump with you all the time! You look at peace with him curled up under your blankie! I love you, Geri
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