When we sense nothing but grey, and we live
without the sun – write anyway
not as therapy but as a way of doing battle,
forget the “like” buttons
forget the heartbreak of baring your soul
without protection, let your words live
in spite of it all,
and be the river
you were meant to be.
You know what to do.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”