The grey clouds swirl around my mind
Like a million dark thought butterflies.
A cascade of believings before the facts
Chasing me through this subconscious realm
Up and down these roads, to hell and back.
Making me forget to look up occasionally
To see that the clouds do break
The sky here and there.
And in the distance through the haze,
A hint of blue is sneaking through,
To remind me that better days are coming soon.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
We all need to be reminded of this.
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I agree, I know I needed gentle push of sitting down and writing these words. 😁 Thanks for reading.
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For the 10 November here is a poem about the anxious mind and keeping hope alive …
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