Haunted by the blues

We all have days
when we're swimming upstream,
haunted by the blues,
scraping bottom;
days we forget to notice
the cool-handed water
caressing our fins,
the play of light
on the rocks below,
the clarifying freshness
of a mountain stream
after all that time
in the salty seas.
We know there's something driving us
to go against the flow,
some task we were born to do,
but all we feel is the ache
and the struggle.
If today is one of those days for you --
just know:
you're not alone.


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