The prompt for today was pretty difficult. Since it was the “13th” poem, the challenge was to write something with a positive message.
I found it difficult to think of a positive message without being a bit ‘sentimental’ and corny. The world, in general, doesn’t seem very hopeful these days (admittedly, I had just listened to a podcast about the recent IPCC report). Anyway, not too happy at all with this one.
When gray days spit rain and low clouds box in When you don't have anything left to give She's not far, she's not shy, she's forgiving She will do what it takes to make you live Her guitar sits by her radio stand Twelve apostles guard her bedroom door She'll take you backstage to meet with the band Bury your kindness and never ask for more