The Hangover Time Period
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Dealt with so many differing feelings this month
Hard to fathom so much has changed in very little time
Two important people have come and gone
World still marches on like a fine-tuned machine
Completely oblivious and unblemished by it all
Must have stock in emotional Clearasil or something
Cosmic irony that you're not as significant as you thought
A fly on the windscreen of life's biggest semi alive
One flick of the windshield wipers and you're gone
Managed to survive recent events relatively intact
Able to publicly speak about one of them
Without getting teary eyed in the process
Watched as even the strongest of men getting misty eyed
Felt strange that I wasn't able to do the same
Figured everyone expressed their grief in different ways
Putting one rubber soled foot in front of the other
A little wear and tear on each toe, particularly the right one
Just around the heel, so not completely unscathed by recent events
Strange about returning to the land of normalcy when anything was but
Walking around dazed and confused personified by Led Zeppelin
No longer desiring to put my feelings on display
Like a clichéd art installation piece that couldn't sell
No art dealer willing to touch the pile of artistic dung in their midst
The well has finally run dry this week
Glad that Mother Nature got the memo and allowed the rain to come
Clean the bird poop off the hood of my real, and imaginary, car
A prime example of current mindset
Functioning on a very low setting until Friday evening
Will finally be able to cut loose and allow the well to replenish itself
Ready to have a good rest and a much needed laugh
The universe deemed it so; in order for the sun to come in.