Monday Moods - In That Wondering Space
There is nothing seriously wrong
just a nagging problem that itches
like a mosquito bite.
No relief from scratching it
and I wonder if it will be solved before
I go crazy or after I've hopped down
that rabbit hole into oblivion.
Am I here?
Butterflies assail my brain
even if I don't see them on flowers
in my yard.
Screaming does no good,
I'm where no one can hear the sound,
or at least it feels like it.
Keep walking my mind says.
If I give up I will always wonder
what could have been.
Those danged what "ifs"
in the here and now.
Is tomorrow more important
than yesterday?
