Not a cloud in the sky.
Yet, a heavy haze
held the morning.
Unhelpful. Especially when
my brain also feels foggy.
If only I were still sleeping.
However, sleep is not
a likely solution.
There is rarely a
single solution anyway.
Some days are just like this.
My heart is grateful for
family and friends.
My head is unsure how
to process the melancholy.
Seems counterintuitive
to wish for a cloud.
But if a fluffy cloud means
A lifted haze
A bluer sky
A spark of imagination
Then I will keep searching.
Looking out every time
I pass a window.
Piano Girl 
This describes most of us perfectly – it’s OK to be happy and melancholy at the same time. It’s a human trait. Miss Morris captures this perfectly.
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It is ok. 😊 Thank you!
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Gorgeous. This hit me just right today.
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Thanks, Tara. ❤️
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Kelley, as always, your eloquent and authentic words “nail down” feelings I have and can’t explain them at times. You’re so gifted, my friend. Just beautiful in every way 💚
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Thank you, Karla. You always make me thankful that I shared, even when I was hesitant. Love you. 💛
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You’re welcome. ☺️ It thrills my heart to hear that. There have been many poems you’ve written that are like that to me. I love you, too! 💚🙏
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