I went to bed in the middle of the day. The sun trickled in through my window. My soul / spirit curled up and cried in the deepness of me.
My eyes were dry.

~ 2021

grief – a thing:
tall slender tress
in grey rainy skies

~ 2022

So empty.
Yet so full.
So awake
Yet so exhausted
Drained and dragged and spread thin.
And still eager to give more and more and more again.

~ 2021