My spirits are not
always waterproof.

Sometimes a rainy day
leaks through my soul’s defenses
and makes me dark inside.

I don’t always know what to do.

I might complain  and talk  about it
or brood in a solitary way.
Or I might share with you
and document the little sadness
that has seeped into those places
I try to keep reserved for joy.

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