Cleanse my Heart and Mind

This poetry is 

Meant for quiet reflection.

Not inflicted rain. 

Too often, I weave 

Melancholy in its limbs, 

Glorifying pain. 

Mental

Hollow throated thirst. 

Clear slated sky. Images 

Superimposed mind. 

I'm not angry anymore

I like to think I 

Was a bridge; so you could cross 

Over troubled water.

Night time stroll with my best friend and sister

Walking as far as 

My mind and conversation

Could carry me

Bag lady

Chest ache; frozen world 

And long, though heavy, day. Still; 

Complete, gratified. 

MF

Mixed feelings. See where 

The water flows. Up, down, smooth. 

Saplings, wisdom bend. 

A love story

They leapt off as two, 

Cliff's edge crumbling, blind faith. 

One returned alone. 

The crucible: a review

Well, I won't ever want to see that again... 

(More to it, but I am so drained from that and this roller coaster day of highs and lows.)

Why does it feel like it's falling to pieces?

We've always been so 

Hopeful about our little 

Life experiment. 

Some of the carrot harvest