Friday, July 7, 2023

I Can’t Breathe Through Gray

There was a time
when no matter
how much rain
fell through my spirit
I wouldn’t drown.

Today is tears
in a field of dreams
I cannot harvest.

Blinded by why
I feel as a corpse
too dry to even
be a feast for worms.

I take a deep breath
hoping to fill my lungs
with color, only to
choke on the scent
of gray.

©Susie Clevenger 2023