Melancholy day
Could go outside
Only a pane of glass
In between
Could go and smell the green
Scent of trees
Feel the grass beneath my feet
Brain hits pause
Cloud settles in
Think I’ll stay indoors
It’s the best place for me to be
On a melancholy
Blue day
Bleeding free-
-ly without breaking any skin
What trouble I am in
Could go outside
Where wind, if not people, roam free
But four flights of stairs
Are too many for me
Think I’ll stay indoors
And drown in a navy sea
Of dark whisperings
Aching missings
And write down
My sad musings
Hanging thoughts
On the washing line
To dry
Until I can swim to the edge
Rinse off
And try
To once more
Face the sun.
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