I know a guy.
Angry. Festering
in disappointment
of the world
and of himself.
A little depressed.
Sick of doing
the same. freaking.
thing. every day.
Wondering where
his lost youth went.
Hungering to replace
the comfort and
all the good things
in his life that
have gone away.
But resolutely
continuing on
doing his duty.
Living with the pain.
Loving while he can.
Taking any little
laugh he can find.
Then doing it all
over again. Perhaps
you know him too.
Perhaps we all do
— inside.
emotions
Cicatrixoxo
Most of our scars are internal.
A little blue
“I’ve been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn’t serious enough for anything darker.”
—L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island, 1915
Ember
days in winter
fall so short —
as the sun sets
loneliness rises
Between
overcast spring day
musing under olive tree
on top of the world
Envenom
Lessons from jealousy and anger: sometimes the
Wrought
Grief is processing what’s been taken from you, what’s still within you, and all the blessings and memories left behind by the one you’re grieving.
Shortages
DEPRESSION
cuts supply lines
to the hopeful
part of the brain
It’s okay
Let your sorrow smile once in a while.
Mindfield
Worry is my worst enemy — an enemy I unleash upon myself.
Reasonless
there’s no reason
grief and hope
can’t be friends
Be light
Laughter is a feather. Anger is a brick.
Agone
Love stabs at loss with pangs of past happiness.