Adrift

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(Photo: Laurenz Heymann on Unsplash)

 

They would have gladly helped.

If he had let them.

If only he had found

The key

To what his dreams

Put forth.

If only he had known

How to identify

What were so many

Opened doors.

Instead, they watched,

Helplessly muted

To his ears,

As he fumbled,

Lost,

Amidst a maze of what

Were to him

Opaque,

Endless,

Walls.

Their lifelines loose,

Adrift

In the current

Of his

Half-formed

Words.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Key in 71 words

 

Due For Blue

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Photo: Sean Stratton on Unsplash

 

She knew

She was due

For some blue.

She felt the tug,

The subtle hue,

Sliding her joy askew.

A clue

For what the next step

Would do.

The polar opposites

That made her into

Two.

Her mood on queue

For an internal coup.

 

 

For the dVerse Quadrille challenge: Blue

Note: Dedicated to my friends who walk the tightrope of bipolar disorder. I don’t know what it is like to be you or what you go through, but I see you and hear you. You matter, complete with the ups and downs within you.