While I drank my smoothie I looked through my old journal. It is a 3-ring binder and has two plastic sleeves full of thoughts, drawings, words from me. It calmed me to look through it all. I found these two poems, they give me hope, and somehow remind me who I am.
Sun so hot. My face
Under its rays.
Mushrooms in the shade.
Mountains purple from my backyard.
Egg shells; babies learn to fly.
Running in green grass.
Daylight lasts forever.
Ants march.
Yellow daisies smile to the blue
Sky.
Rain clouds hang low
As if to suffocate us.
I take comfort from their cover.
Noise is hushed.
Yellow buttercups fill with rain water.
Deserted streets resemble riverbeds
And the earth is swollen with water.
Yesterday is over,
Sunday is to come.
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