There Are Those Days
When sad, dark thoughts invade my mind,
I sit inside and cannot find
incentives to go out the door.
Normality becomes a chore.
I’m miserable to the core.
Then guilty conscience takes control
and plays its stern, accusing role,
reminding me I am so blessed.
How could I dare be so depressed?
I pray, “Lord, give me peaceful rest!"
Date: January 16, 2020
Title: Dear Heart Poetry Contest placed 3rd
Sponsor: Silent One
entered in Brian Strand's contest on January 21, 2020
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2020
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