Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Started the day with a rather discombobulated notion
Head and body linked together, but not very harmoniously
Searching for something or someone to connect with
Free flowing energy source with no attachment capabilities
Not sure if it was by accident or purely intentional
Hard to say what was going on inside the mind of a skeptic
Someone who once believed in love, but has gotten disgusted by it
Left their heart exposed to the elements and a wolf in sheep's clothing
Devoured it in one gulp after a particularly arduous day
Only bloody breadcrumbs remained of the once vibrant organ
Transformed into a sun starved shriveling mess of a person
Paler in complexion than ever before or since
Holding onto to fleeting memories when they were happier
When their heart still beat inside their body and smiles ever present
Trapped in a rainy sunless daylight where joy went to die
Sounded a little bitter in a resentful kind of way
Furthest from the whole truth; just a changed person
Looking to form a new identity forced upon them by someone else
Erasing the stigma from the only remaining gifts from them
Holding onto them not for the memories, but for a new version of themselves
Seemed silly to be holding onto a past that will never return
Felt like it was important to maintain some type of value from this failed venture
Clutching tokens of a bygone period when sun was shining bright
Birds chirped to a ridiculously mindless tune of joyful noise
Had a desire to wear anything other than blues, blacks, and greys
A purpose to clean house other than for appearance's sake
Becoming a workaholic to stem the tides of loneliness
Fearing that they were right that there was nothing to offer except work and family
A social pariah with little to give except mindless chatter about movies and TV
Wondered when this feeling of emptiness would go away
More than likely just a case of the rainy day blues
A byproduct of two days of continuous rain and gloom
Desperate for some good old fashion natural light
Won't likely happen due to people who love to lower the workplace blinds
Taking it moment by moment until the clock strikes five o'clock
Ready for the week to conclude a lot better than it began
Drawing a deep breath and counting moment to leave down
Bag is packed and itching to run out the door sooner rather than later.
Can't get enough sunlight to wash the sadness away.
