At the moment Im almost recovered from a deep depressive episode and I can tell you Im feeling frikken relieved about that. I can feel joy and wonder once more and those quirky little strange bits that give me my spark are returning. I to wondering where those bright bits go when the dark times come back and that inspired this poem. When the storms come (Andy Macleod) I wonder where the birds and butterflies go when the storms come The fragile delicate wings pulled tight Huddled in hollows through the stormy night And as the storm rages I wonder whether They will ever Fly again on a bright sunny day Do they wonder at the storm As it rages through the dawn Waiting and clinging Hoping it will end Or do they wonder that it will never end And the storm is destined inevitably To one day Throw them completely away To be lost and never to return
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 07:29:31 +0000
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