on dark days
The most beautiful days – the ones when the sun is shining, the sky is blue and the air is cool not cold – are the days I feel the worst.
on dark days
by susan © 2025
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on dark days i just want
to give in and give up
because every-day life
is too hard and too much
my body no longer
behaves as it should
my brain has gone AWOL
in some deep unknown wood
wrists, hands and fingers
that once moved with such ease
succumbed, as if one,
in a sudden deep freeze
my legs don’t carry me
smooth anymore
my left arm epic fails
when faced with closed doors
i’m held in a jail
to which the lock has no key
when all I desire
is to ride and be free
my speech comes out wrongly
words get slurred and mis-said
is it over the top
to wish i were dead?
then i feel guilty
for complaints so inane
when hundreds are dying
in palestine and ukraine
so i stop. then i write
a stanza or eight
say a prayer, for a shift
in un/changeable fate
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