It was not a good day today.
Haiku for a dark day
collapsing, the air
sits tight as a bandage
on thudding ribcage
the world says spring, while
the heart cries a winter that
never melts or ends
every little
filament of nerve and bone
hums with sick vigour
exhaustion blankets
each tiny sussuration
sadness veils the sky
I am weak, weak, and
have forgotten what it is
to be strong and laugh
- Kathy, 3/11/14
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