I just posted the other day, so it feels good to have something to write again already, and something that’s related to what this blog is actually supposed to be focused on – writing.
All of a sudden I seem to have found a creative spurt, which is amazing because I haven’t felt this peppy in a long time. Regardless of the fact that I tried to go to bed early last night and only ended up thinking about every possible creative thing I’ve ever wanted to do, I’m not in the least bit tired. In fact, here’s a poem that I wrote last night.
In a way, I think it’s about the depression I’ve been dealing with lately.
Shadows, shadows, in the sky
I show you, I show you, how hard I try
But still, but still, you make me cry
Shadows, shadows, on the wall
You follow, follow me, down the hall
Hoping, hoping, that I fall
Watching, watching, watching me crawl
Shadows, shadows, on the floor
You close, you close, that open door
The tears, the tears, down they pour
Shadows, shadows, in my mind
You are, you are, so unkind
And I’m afraid, afraid, of what I’ll find
Shadows, shadows, be gone away
You can’t, you can’t, come to play
I tell you, I tell you, not today
Try, try as you may
I tell you again, not today