65/365: March Letter

spring

How are you?
It is early March here.
Nothing is growing, but the birds are happy.
The sun makes me sad, though.
I feel the losses of winter when it shines.
My failures heap up heavy behind me:
the times I could not leave my bed,
the days my mouth wouldn't take food,
the afternoons I stared through grey light,
hoping sleep would have me for just a few hours.
I am arriving without souvenirs.
I feel like I lost.
I hope this finds you well.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.