I felt blue for the better part of today. It might be because I didn’t sleep last night. On the other hand, it could be because the sun chose to hide behind clouds. Whatever the reason, I decided to redirect or more accurately repurpose the blueness into some poetry.
Bargain with the Universe
My Small Surrenders 
Love this: “One might be gifted with a buoyant soul”
“When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb.” Gene Tierney
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What a tragic story. Thankfully treatment for and attitudes toward mental health have come a long way.
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Profound, beautiful composure of words.
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Thank you
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Oh how this poem stretches into the depths of my soul. How eloquent!
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