My Soul Is Limping
Feeling The Weight
I am tired
drained
numbed and emotionless
Once again,
I need to gorge on joy
and light-heartedness
So, for now no more challenges —
except for those I detect
do not force me to muse
and ponder
and instead —
encourage me to serenely
reflect
Once a child,
eyes full of lustre
the signs of the times
have landed on me —
heavy shouldered
I am leached
But this will change
I know me
I just have to re-arrange
This is how I feel today after three weeks of self-containment
To cheer myself up, I did what I do in times like this: Opened up a random page in one of my favourite poetry books and happened upon Hilaire Belloc’s little poem,
When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and more
At…