My Soul Is Limping

Feeling The Weight

Image by skeeze from Pixabay

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,

The Elephant

When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and more
At…