There’s no reason
no fancy rhyme
to pretty it up

I’m not alone.

I’m surrounded by love.
It’s just
sometimes
I can’t feel it

There’s no reason
no fancy rhyme
to pretty it up

Alone

It’s so terrifying
It’s so cold

I’m reaching
into the mute darkness
of our bedroom

My stuffys and Billow
keeping me in my place

Tonight

I’m sorry I can’t always be
on point
on time

I’m reaching through
tear streaked sheets
and aching heartbeats
for something I resent
but know I need.

I’m not really angry

I’m just stricken dumb

To be human is to feel.
We

Are

Human


Brighter days come
when the rain clouds’
last puddle floats away.

My dry spell is on it’s way.

5 responses to “Dry Spell”

  1. Warren Richards Avatar
    Warren Richards

    A lovely share!

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    1. BrittnyLee Avatar
      BrittnyLee

      Thank you Warren!!!! 🙂

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      1. Warren Richards Avatar
        Warren Richards

        You’re welcome!

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  2. WanderingCanadians Avatar
    WanderingCanadians

    This is such a powerful poem. Even when we’re surrounded by those we love, we can still feel very much alone. And that’s okay. It’s good to feel our feelings. Tomorrow is another day.

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    1. BrittnyLee Avatar
      BrittnyLee

      200,000 accurate ! It is ! And I think it’s ok to sit in our feelings sometimes, even when they’re not pleasant because that’s how we appreciate when we’re feeling great 😃

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