It was a dark and stormy night! No, it wasn’t. It was just another Wednesday. There wasn’t anything special going on. There wasn’t anything special that should have been happening that day like a birthday. But as the storm rolled in and the leaves rustled across my front lawn I suddenly felt mournful. Memories of cozy days flooded my mind. Cozy days that were not going to be this year. I reached out to my friends for prayer and the first part of the text sounded like a start of a poem. So I wrote one at the promptings of one of my friends. This is the result. You may be having one of those stormy days. And it’s okay but reach out when you are going through your hard and joy seems far away. Write poems, journal, embrace the tears, call friends or family, and cozy up with a steamy cup of tea.

Bleak stormy day
Roll in memories
Thoughts pitter patter on my window panes
A soul in grief
The day holds no past celebrations
Definitive anniversaries are not
Why raindrops trickling down
Windy whispers of forgotten stories
Starry histories puddles reflecting
Forlorn skies paint the days of yore
And I reside in deluge