Inner Void

This morning I am numb
moving slowly through the paces
indecisive about how to proceed
nothing stimulates me
I am looking through a haze
staring at the rain outside

My head is heavy
hurts where it meets my neck
words don't come as I try to write
I am empty
drained of what I can give

The rain, coming harder
lays outdoor plans to rest
mountains dissappear
behind cloud and mist
I want to see through
to the greenness, the nourishment
but dullness inhabits me still

The rain turns to sleet
hammering down
cedar and fir branches dance
I remain immobile
Tears come slowly; welcome
pulling me out of indifference

Radha