grey (temporarily) {redux}
what do you do when you wake up and
the world is gray and there seems no chance of sunshine?
what do you do when the list before you
stretches longer than your arms?
what do you do when all you really want
is to curl up on the couch and read?
what do you do when you are running behind
before the day even begins?
what do you do when the colors of fall
are hidden in shrouds of mist?
what do you do when your brain
feels as scattered as the raindrops?
what do you do when sadness rolls in
on waves of fog?
what do you do when you’d rather
be writing?
what do you do when everything around you
needs to be cleaned, cared for, put away?
do I have the answers to these questions?
i do not.
i simply have the questions, rolling off my fingers
faster than i can type.
dancing around in my hand in a slow, whispy dance,
and mocking me on this day when gray
is the color of more than sky.
but these questions are a gift.
or at least, today, i will choose to look at them that way.
i am not afraid of sadness,
or blue, or gray, or wistful.
i am not afraid to stand here, in the rain,
and wait for the sun.
i am not afraid of fog and mist
and lack of focus.
i am not afraid of time that marches on,
with me or without me.
i am not afraid of words or metaphors
or crazy ideas.
i am not afraid to dust myself off,
clear my mind, begin again.
i am not afraid of the blank slate
that lies before me every morning,
even when its emptiness intimidates.
i am only afraid
of numbness.
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This post first appeared September 30, 2010
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Comments
oooo, i like gives you something to think about 🙂
Posted by: Nana | August 25th, 2014 19:38
i have hidey holes and books, but no answers. i have learned to live with so much that once scared me, and those things that still scare me, i have learned to live through. there are no answers.
Posted by: d smith kaich jones | August 30th, 2014 10:34