Day 18 #iWriteDaily
I’m struggling today. For no good reason. If there needs to be one.
I woke up in the middle of the night with this line in my head: When the days mourns with family and friends. When I awoke this morning I finished it … first draft-finished anyway.
When the day mourns
As the bereaved
Loved ones clothed in
Thick grief curtains
Crushed black velvet
Shroud becomes night.
The tears and words poured through me, pen moving quickly to catch them. What is this?
I miss my dogs. I miss opportunities not taken. I mourn decisions made. And not made. I miss the decades of youthful hope ahead of me, that it gets better than just this.
The sun is shining. I’ll have lunch with a friend, attend a meeting, go to work, note the minutiae of the day. Dusk. Dawn. Then another 24-hour capsule of time will begin.
And on it goes.