Zena

Zena

Monday, May 23, 2011

Unstable Like the Weather
My nerves are jumping rope
With anxiety.
Chanting worries
Like rhymes
As the clouds
Play hide and seek
With the sun.
I try to bury my head
In a book
Or under the covers.
Finally lightning strikes
Illuminating the fact
That I'm just a little
Under the weather.

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