
Sometimes…
It’s hard to get out of bed in the morning
To begin a new day when you’d rather linger
under the covers in the past
Sometimes…
It’s impossible to eat healthy
When you have to prep and cook
and the corner bodega is…at the corner
Sometimes…
It’s hard to breathe fresh air
When the windows are shut
holding in stale memories
Sometimes…
The overgrown garden
Once tended by mom and you
should stay overgrown.
Sometimes…
Rain really sucks
Thumping down cold
on my bare head
Sometimes…
A mean and ugly person
Takes up space in your brain
squatting, rent free
Sometimes…
You want to scream so loud
Igniting car alarms up and down the block
but the scream is nothing but a whimper
Sometimes…
The body cries for help
As a fat revolution takes hold
obliterating muscle in its path
Sometimes…
Despair should be my first name
Followed by Anguish as a middle
Mourning as the last
Sometimes…
A cardinal brings hope
Except when its fighting with the sparrows
and the sparrows win
Sometimes…
You pray to HIM
Asking and asking
and never receiving

I absolutely love this. Thank you.
You are so welcome!
Not sure if my comment ended up showing up on your page but wanted to be sure you know I love this,
ben
~ Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can. ~ attributed to John Wesley Peregrinatio est tacere. [To be silent keeps us pilgrims.]
Thank you so much Ben!