To Lighten The Load of Her Heavy Mind

“It’s not the world I endure,
it’s myself.” The simple tasks,
to venture out for the newspaper,
to persist through the meal
in the local café, have this sudden
gravity
and pressure
applied to her shoulders,
to her beautiful mind;
she’s not quite used to it.

It’s not the end of the world
to have a bad day, where all
you wish to do is pull down
the blinds, bar the doors
from the inside
and hide.
No,
it’s not the end of the world.

 

Her and I

We’re astronauts, us both.
Our helmets on, they’re round and tight,
We wear them every day and night,
Together locked in mutual oath.
We’re astronauts, us both.

We’re astronauts, her and I.
Standing between the sun and Mars
Contained inside cosy bell jars
As gentle galaxies collide,
We’re astronauts, her and I.

Her and I, we’re astronauts.
Our joining hands, new hearts beating,
As life escapes, fast and fleeting,
Just us, our fears and oddly thoughts,
Us both, her and I,
Astronauts.