This poem is another in the series of fighting depression. It shows how we banter with ourselves into doing what we should versus doing what we feel like doing.
Each day I rise, and wander to
The kitchen where my coffee brews;
I pour a mug, a cup’s too small,
to rid me of my pillow’s call.
I walk into my office where
computers, desks and chairs reside.
I glance outside the sliding doors
of glass and yet, I stay inside.
Beyond the door of glass I see
an Egret boldly watching me.
The worms he finds a healthy treat;
as kitty sits upon my feet.
A duck’s flown in from somewhere North
and lands upon our tiki torch.
He flutters to a palm tree frond
then settles in our backyard pond.
My office off the kitchen door
has three walls solid, one of glass.
A portal onto nature’s lore,
these doors who beacon me to pass.
Instead I sit and look upon
the keyboard down beneath my hands.
I turn to see what lies beyond
the glass that shows me lush green lands
I drink my coffee, check my mail;
the bluebird sings to no avail.
I turn to look, the Sun’s alive!
And still I will not go outside.
Lizards streak upon the glass,
the kittens leap, and ask, “Alas”
“Why can’t we run and play outside
“Why must we always stay inside?”
I sit within my office where
computers, desks and chairs reside.
I glance outside the sliding doors
of glass and still, I stay inside.
Trees so tall, their shadows cast
Upon the pool a longing glance.
The evening falls, the breeze is soft
When nature called, I missed my chance.
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