Did everything right yesterday, I thought, went <br />home and prepared mountains of vegetables, <br />green runner beans, sweet potato, carrots and <br />plain potatoes - NO ice-cream, no treats, just <br />the bare essentials and look at the result - <br /> <br />Tired at work, dispirited, all the Bombay curry <br />back in full force to torture me, fatigue and <br />chemical depression, and the inimitable wire <br />stiffening around my head, stifling - although <br />I have not eaten allergy foods, finally drank <br /> <br />Hot chocolate and mega-coffee, having landed <br />in molasses and sinking I might just as well stay <br />here, suffering to breathe and cannot see, vision <br />completely unfocused, my only hope is to sing <br />on my way home, sing the discomfort away and <br /> <br />Float on a dream, only great thoughts and mighty <br />visions can prevent me from falling into a mael- <br />strom of pain and regret - so let me prepare my <br />song, let me practice under my breath in the open <br />plan office, let me sing into the wind….<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-into-the-wind/
