In my dry dusty bowl of hope
I try to remember to see today
For what it is and what I have
For what exists
Instead of what may or may not be
My mind and heart fight to keep a lockstep
To the belief that everything will be alright
The missed timing and misfired steps
Causing me great consternation
A grinding and unease in my gut
The arid heave of my chest
Threatened to be drowned
By the lurking salt water behind my eyes
News and the desperate need to share possible doom
Exacerbating these pains of my soul
In the struggle to keep my mind upright
Debbie Gravett © 2022.03.09
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