That unlevelled sense
of low and
heavy inward
moods.
Of colours,
fading into dark.

Can sit around
for days,
as you start
losing heart.

Then when
other things
just add to it.
It becomes
a mindless,
hazy maze.

So you try
to keep
yourself
as steady as,
you are
able to,
through
mess.

Except,
when those
times come
calling.
There’s
no where
really,
left to hide.

Sometimes
it’s the
shades,
that console
you,
deep inside.

When everything
keeps falling
and you only
want to stand.

To stand upright,
with your head
held high.
With only
sunshine,
in the sky.

When
you only
want to have,
pure sunshine
on your mind.

(12/05/24)




























































© Josephine Daniels.