More snow this morning. A dusting.
The skies are gray and dark.
A perfect January morning.
And here you are, seeing sunflowers,
and act of will over realism,
A survival tactic in a mind tilted
towards darkness, seething with chemicals
determined to keep your optimism in check,
every day a runoff between light and dark,
will and nature. And today,
snow and grey and dark and all,
you are seeing sunflowers.
About this poem.
I have been struggling to write a poem all week about pushing through dark emotions. I wanted to call the poem “Push” and I have written it badly half a dozen times. I finally gave up.
And then this showed up.