i’ll try to do better-
i say to my mirror,
reflection still and steady,
eyes weepy and sad.
disappointed
and i am unsure
the world in my mind
is sleeping; and
clouds clouding me up,
when i should be
a clear sky.

i’ll try to
dampen the clouds
from my mind,
let them simmer
like summer fog
clear up at noon
let them soak into
skin (and now, they
have turned to wind).

i promise, to those eyes
i will try to be better,
mouth shaped like
an ‘O,’ as i whisper.
but the clouds keep
sneaking back in.