the tempest

May 14, 2014 at 7:41 pm 4 comments

so heavy and gray

turbulent and unsettled

storms inside the soul

storm

may 11, 2014 – storms rolling in

Entry filed under: depression, feelings, haiku, life, Personal, poetry, reflections, Relationships, thoughts. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , .

inescapable a number

4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. hitandrun1964  |  May 14, 2014 at 8:13 pm

    Wonderful. Perfect, just perfect.

    Reply
    • 2. words4jp  |  May 14, 2014 at 8:17 pm

      thank you. i find that i am always looking through gray colored lenses. When my children are around (Pee included) the gray just about disappears, but it is always there.

      Reply
  • 3. MichelleMarie  |  May 14, 2014 at 11:02 pm

    I know the feel in’ it’s been that way here too! Blessing and hugs to you sweet Kimbery

    Reply
  • 4. PookyH  |  May 15, 2014 at 9:04 am

    So few words. So much shared. Thinking of you x

    Reply

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