I don’t carry
a poker face
with me,
not sure I’ve pulled
it out of the vault…
Mental Health
is it relaxing,
is it recharging,
sometimes I can’t tell,
sometimes it changes…
If sky is demon,
stay inside….
I am hungry
and I could eat
are two different
states of mind….
flat on your back
is as good a place
as any to decide
you can’t go lower…
winter blues
give way
like an unlocked door
to anxious red-orange…
What did folks do before almanacs
and forecasts,
did they have stretches of gray
days where they just said…
I soak in sun,
scheduled
for 15 minutes,
an hour…
sitting here, staring
at a page, wondering,
who built the obstacle…
On the dark days,
remember today’s
sun rays,
remember it’s hiding…
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