Feeling down,
wandering around,
picking up books,
laying them back down,
opening the journal,
putting pen to the page,
but no words appear~
with a deep sigh,
I put on my shoes,
and go outside to take a walk,
the warm sun, and birdsong,
remind me that all things change,
and this too, shall pass.
©annettealaine2015
Best you can do, sometimes, is to just keep showing up for dinner, hoping to be fed.