With all this ice and snow it’s part of the day to slip and slide all over, but what I find more than anything right now is my mind slipping and sliding to thinking about something over and over. No matter how much I try to avoid thinking about it, no matter what distractions I fill my days with, my mind keeps sliding into these thoughts that I wake to and fall asleep to every day.
It’s a lonely place thinking of this, but the thoughts always bring me a smile. I’ll take a happy moment every time, even if it’s just in my head.
To where I was.
Letting her win,
Down I go.
A way out I lack,
The way forgotten.
Stuck instead, sliding back in,
This desolate place, gets under my skin.