Positive self-talk.

Forgive me, sometimes I wake up and think of poems. I wrote this for me but thought I would share it.

In the deep, bleak and dreary,

Against a desperate backdrop,

The greater your display will shine.

Resist the slow dissolve into accustomed greyness,

Contain, Compress, Conduct and Rage.

A dandelion pushes through the tarmac,

A vivid, dazzling sun.

Photo by Angie Aspinall