There are days lately when I feel like I’m broken.
Days when nothing seems right and everything seems wrong.
Days when the very idea of getting up and out of bed is abhorrent.
Days when my body aches and my mind has stopped functioning.
Days when my shell feels cracked and my insides feel rotten.
Days when I wish the nightmare would finally be over.
And then there are days like today.
Days when the sun is shining and there’s not a cloud in the sky.
Days when I can’t wait to rise and shine and meet the world head-on.
Days when I feel as if all of my dreams will come true.
Days when I’ll be seeing you, hugging you, touching you, loving you.
Days when you fix my broken body, my broken heart, my broken soul.
Days when you put me back together again.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “broken.” Image credit: Marisa04 at Pixabay.com
This, That, and the Other 
We are having one of the good days, too. Clear, bright, not too humid. and I was dreaming about making cream puffs. Before I got up, I was trying to remember how much sugar you need in the whipped cream … and should you put some of the cocoa into the whipped cream if you want them to taste chocolate. Coffee suddenly seemed like a brilliant idea!
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Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
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Ooh! That counts as poetry, someone is in love.
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If this counts as poetry, then anything can count as poetry!
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Daily prompt: Rebuild
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Thanks for the reblog.
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