the mist hangs low

the mist hangs low
     over the valley
my heart hangs heavy
     in my chest
I look to the skies
     for some brightness 
I reach for your arms
     for some warmth
the mist hangs low
     over the valley
my heart hangs heavy
     in my chest
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16 thoughts on “the mist hangs low

    1. Duncan, I’m sure you were being light-hearted with this comment, but I have to admit that it gave me an “ouch” moment. I do hope I write things that make people smile sometimes – it’s hard to tell when I can’t see them reading it. But the fact is that what I write is what I feel. I know some people write poems of fiction, but mine are all my feelings as I am feeling them. This is kind of like a poetic diary for me. So if I’m sad I write sad poems. I tend to write more when I am blue because it is a way to express the feelings – when I am feeling happier I don’t always write poems about it because I don’t need to so much. I am struggling with crazy hormones in the last few months which make me blue quite often, and lacking in confidence in myself, so I guess a lot of my poetry is not very cheery, but that’s just the way it is at the moment. I’m not always miserable but I guess if you only know me from my poems you might think so. Anyway, this is a mammoth reply – you might want to read a couple of posts to get a clue to where I am with the blueness – http://bluegirlpoems.wordpress.com/2013/01/27/blue/ and the non-poem I wrote straight after that – http://bluegirlpoems.wordpress.com/2013/01/28/a-note/. I know you didn’t mean to wobble my confidence, so I’m not going to take it that way. Hope you read some of the poems Johnny put links to so you get to have a little smile from me 🙂

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      1. It was a light hearted comment. I’m sorry if it caused you an ‘Ouch!’ I was just playing. You read me a lot. You know I like to play, have fun.
        I myself find that many of my funniest bits are written when I’m in the deep pit, the Slough of Despond that is true clinical depression. There it is. I burn brightly then, even if at that time I cannot face people, when I become a recluse, when I wish to avoid the world at any cost.
        It can be a real bummer, that.

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      2. See, I knew it was just a light-hearted comment, and I knew that you understand the dark, but still my wobbliness wouldn’t quite believe that and I felt hurt. Anyway glad we cleared that up. I’m glad for you that when you are down there some good comes out of it in the funny stuff you write. Also I realise that I am lucky that mine are shades of blue and though I have some knowledge of the deep pit I’m rarely so deep down it. I wish that you didn’t have to find yourself down there. Sending hugs x

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  1. I love this! I love all your poems. Have you ever thought about putting them all in a book and selling them on Amazon as an ebook? I love them all!!!

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