Poem: August 30, 2021

Mindset (10 Rules Poem)

Black umbrellas bloom

in this cold morning

rain like anxiety or

hopelessness taking root

and curling me up 

into a monstrous ball.

I’m headed to school

in plodding boots

against a current that

is flowing homeward.

I’m as soggy and

limp as old cornflakes.

I am floating cold.

I am Frodo, burdened

in my darkness,

trodding toward Mt. Doom.

But black thoughts bloom

because I am capable

of dreams. I’m free

to see umbrellas or

anxiety, or...flowers-

festivals or funerals.

I’m eating my words 

either way, be they

cornflakes or tomato soup.