February 5, 2013
Reasons to get out of bed
She told me the messages
piled up like fog
weighing nothing
and yet she could not get out
of bed
they felt so heavy
I held her hand
and thought how strange
it is this clog of worry
we let take root
in our bellies
but I didn’t tell her this
I pointed out the window
to the few rays of sun
that had fought their way
through the grey
we agreed
they looked like straws
for us to drink up
the light
or maybe
I said
we are worth
the sun coming down
for a sip.
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I LOVE this poem!! Samantha you are such a talent! I can’t thank you enough for continuing to fill my inbox with your soulfelt words. Every one of them is such a treat.
ReplyKimberly
Feb 9, 2013
I LOVE THIS POEM! That thought image is one that will stick with you forever.
ReplyKL
Feb 6, 2013