gray, fabric walls,
square tile ceiling,
people barely breathing.
Overpriced office chair
Lucky to have steady income
lucky to have a job
lucky you can work
lucky you have benefits
lucky you get paid vacation and sick time
Trapped in my own head
so many dreams & aspirations
an entire different life – altered realty
As I drudge through the mundane
my head fills with adventures
Continue reading Lost Dreams
One of my more melancholy poems:
Most days my children bring so much sunshine into my life I’m tempted to put on sunglasses.
Most days I have so many things going on I’m a constant stream of motion.
Most days the love of my friends has me floating on a cloud and I’m overcome with gratitude.
Some days, seemingly out of nowhere, this immense loneliness strikes.
Some days the sadness is brief, and like a passing shadow vanishes quickly.
Some days it lingers, and I cannot shake it, as it begins to consume my thoughts. Continue reading Most Days….