sepia days

There are days I lock my door and don't want to let you in.
There are nights I sleep in a cold and loveless bed and want to beg you to knock that same door down. Daze of silence a whisper would be too loud. And days nothing could break me.

I must remind myself to breathe because I live too much in the past and the sepia of long ago can be addictive. Sadness becomes a sickness.
Some times I don't recognize my own life, but never a day I want to shut the light out.

My words are too heavy and purple skies stain my walls. Poetry is pain, trust betrayed is a lie. Music lets me hide while I regain my sight. Desolate days I can't walk but my imagination can run. Unbearable darkness so I crave the sun.

But this multicolored thing creates me and I call it life. Coloring it in one day, one page at a time.


 

To all my circle friends

To those who have read this blog in the past , as well as those who have newly added me to your circles thank you! I have been taking some time to figure out if I am even good enough to do this. Also dealing with some issues in life too personal to share right now. But I know everything I go through at some point will end up in print as it always has found its place in words. I am honored that you are still here and I am asking you to stick around and I'll see if I can make this into the lyrical, poetical blog I wanted it to be, not just for myself but for those of you who have shown up here for me. I promise this when I do come back to these pages I will be showing up to read your creativity, your thoughts, whatever you want to share. I hope to return within the next couple of weeks. Until I do I wish each of the best writing inspiration possible and I look forward to sharing your work with the world as much as possible. Again I am honored and feel blessed by each one of you. Hope you understand and I will see you on the page soon.
  

Much respect and appreciation to all, Vanessa Peterson