The gray day hangs
its wet sweater
on me and I
button it with tears.
Why does optimism
beg me to drink
from a cup it never fills?
Goodbye chases me
into a corner where
I plead to hear hello.
Another day of grief…
Another river to cross…
Where is the rainbow?
©Susie Clevenger 2015
NaPoWriMo ~ Day 14
I recently lost a cousin.
Comments
This is true and piercing. My condolences for your loss.
Remember, Susie, that rainbow will come, Mother Nature's law, it has to. I will pray for yours to come soon, very soon.
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Describing gray days as a wet sweater = absolutely perfect.