Saturday, February 21, 2009

Poem: Sickly

What's wrong?
It's hard to tell.
Blessed all over
though I still feel
like there is an inch-thick layer
of numb skin and numb emotion
surrounding my entire being.

Where are my options?
It's storming today
as I sit in my box
wishing not to leave.
Tired, yet unsettled,
hungry and nauseous.

The sweetness of Eternity
touched me the other day.
I should be happy still,
maybe I am.

It's just the rain
keeping me from walking.

No comments: