Sometimes
Sometimes, even as the sun shines draped with birds’ singsong
There is but a touch missing from inside the horizons of your soul
You’ve gone too deep in misery and it’s company
That you can’t really tell glitter from coal
Distinctly one thing is quite certain
Everything is an evenly painted gray
Things — they all feel the same.
No spark of red or blue or a tinge of yellow
Careful now, you wouldn’t want to inadvertently stir your soul.
Sometimes, like those nightmares you wish you could shake loose
They just don’t seem to let go.
And then you find
That, with time
All you can do is stand firm — and smile
Bad or worse or gray or white
In that very moment of reveling in pithy misery
you light a match ever so silently
one that burns quietly yet fiercely