24 July 2012
Too much going on right now Too many things to say Taking my mum for spine injections Is scaring me today
I haven't posted in a bit Except for the poem this morning Written when the birds were singing When this day was dawning
I tend to hide my feelings away Inspiration shrivels and dies Because my worry stifles words It plucks them from the skies
I like to let my words run free But when my heart is lost Because of some fret or panic My words seem to pay the cost
So apologies for this miserable poem But it's taken so much to write I didn't worry when I wrote of waves In the glimmer of first light
When I need to express myself My words have upped and left So I am sitting here lonely as can be Since the letters made me bereft
I hope that she will be ok I hope that today will be fine I hope the words come back to me To express these feelings of mine
I.Sparrow
(I might not have wrote in a while But it really makes me feel better Knowing that I have an outlet Because I'm a terrible fretter!)
Worrying • Opuss № I