Poem

Some mornings I feel deep despair,

falling

falling I know not where,

down wells

or

staircases winding down into

dark places,

Some mornings

the heart

is heavy

from the accumulation of cries

proliferation of

lies.

Only so many why’s!

Some mornings

I decide

I’ve been too long

on this ride

yet

my light is not done

not yet

some mornings

I feel

the cold in my soul.

Chris