Each Morning 24 February 2021

I’m working on a poem and struggling because of the tight form. So far:   Each morning I make my bed and check it off my list. But still I feel my feet of lead, losing them there in the thick grey mist. In my heart I long to be the one that was called and should be me   and check it off my list. Tasks pile up, run off the page I dare not shirk or yet desist For time will come–I’ll have the mage, and all I dare to dream outside where I can be redeemed. But still I feel my feet of lead They drag behind me, force my stay…  

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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1 Response to Each Morning 24 February 2021

  1. During this season of life, I can definitely relate to the struggle…

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