Like the rogue wheel
on a shopping cart
Or a blind stubbing
of your toe in the dark
The ups and downs
and chaos of it all
The unsteadiness
The unknowns
The defeat when you fall.
Like a river of tears
that somehow lights your way
Unwilling to be silent
Unwilling to be ok
A beautiful mess
at least 60 inches deep
Lowering you just enough
it’s hard to stay asleep
A delicate rain
nothing more than a sprinkle
A deep breath
A moment
A pause
A wrinkle.
I don’t need change
I don’t need something new
2023, the only way out
is through.
Taylor Carr, Writer - Colour For Your Thoughts 