i am a form to be dealt with
day in and day out
my form is sometimes here and i can smile and hope
but then my form turns and i stare and see nothing
a phone call a visitor will force me to look too
my form is left behind for awhile
I sit at my desk and focus on my work, this is my form surviving i am here
one bad critic shakes me out of my trance
i feel defeated once more, i say to myself this too shall pass i can go there
Some days i'm good some days i'm not so good
i free verse to release a bit of this this I cannot name
i only know that sometimes i am here and most days i am there
my body reminds me i am here
it begs for food
it churns for water
spirit wants to enjoy the cool air at sunrise and sunset
when i'm there i ignore my wants
weakness in the soul keeps me there...