somedays it is an effort
to turn one's face to the sun

somedays all you want is to flee to hide one'self away

somedays the grey seeps in
under doorways and through window frames
and floods the barriers
of my soul

most days i am less than whole but then are'nt we all

but some days i am more
hole...deep dark and cavernous..... and far less than me.

somedays i am about an inch
and a quarter away from
insane.


and i be knowing....
     ....this is one of those days