The Low and Heavy

My spirit is sitting low and heavy this morning

like fog resting low upon the river

hesitating to rise in greeting of the dawn.

in a state of suspension. limbo. stasis.

The mist that snakes hovering just above forest flora.

It rests within my belly

feeling damp and clingy.

Seeking warmer currents

this little balloon is in need of helium

a little sunlight peeking through the clouds.

For now, I’m stuck down in the low and heavy

a cloud fallen from the sky just lying upon the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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