Heavy blanket weighs
you down, yet cocoons you. Why
bother to crawl out?
Depression
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Heavy blanket weighs
you down, yet cocoons you. Why
bother to crawl out?
Discreetly I eye
them waiting for that gesture
that unlocks the soul.
Secrets like splinters
lodged down deep tear you apart
from the inside out.
My life is content
driven, looking for the next
big thing to embrace.
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.
Reading haikus is
like eating chestnuts. You stop
after a bad one.
Why does burrowing
under thick down comforters
bring such sheer delight?
Decided last night –
Caribbean for Christmas.
Will work for travel.
We longed for The Mist
and 1408 like kids
dreaming of Christmas.
Idea of early
to bed rare as a rainbow
and just as fleeting.