Sips Not Gulps
The birds and the dogs;
Songs and barkings,
Do they know the measure of
Sun rays blazing like unsheathed swords?
Now depression sings her loudest tune.
On some hot days.
When lethargy seeps into bones;
Like a drizzle gobbled up on the scorching pavement.
The atmosphere weighs heavy on
Thinking, capacity and capability.
Squashing reason, goals, and drive; like thin pastry mix.
Some days are good.
I can handle it.
Some days i'm in a pickle, in a fix.
Sip of water; not gulps, sips.
© gillena cox 2023