It's been so very, very, long since I've posted a poem. I stumbled upon this one in my email draft box. Given the things happening in my life right now, I feel it is especially nice that my past self wrote this for my present self's consolation.
it comes on suddenly, sometimes
When you can't see the sun.
You wander, broken hearted in the dark
bumping into tables, the sofa,
and some unidentifiable object left on the floor
just to break your toe.
Pain is comforting.
So close your eyes, it's dark anyway
And remember the sun,
Remember how it feels on your skin,
Remember the light touch of it's rays on your cheek
Smile at it's white heat.
It's just a few hours now 'til
It wakes you