Gray Day
My spirit sags
Like an overcast day
When clouds drag across the ground,
Pull with them every semblance of good cheer.
Low clouds, low pressure, low spirits...
My soul blends with clouds
Whose vapors no light can penetrate.
Amid thick, bleak haze, lost,
I try to march but stumble,
Stumble over friends and family,
Bruised, and bruising, where my spirit
Bangs on them
And other unseen obstacles.
--Joe Chambers
March 2007
