Tuesday
On Thursday
Because Tuesday
I was a jumble
And the last thing I wanted
Was to sit in front of a keyboard and bleed
Because that is what I do
If we're being honest about it

But Tuesday
I had a horse to see
And I wanted softer edges
So I blurred the line
With Colorado Kool Aid
I'm no coward
But sometimes I need a break
From facing life straight on

I still didn't sleep
Not in the bed
Or on the couch
Or in the floor
Or on the porch
Even though I tried them all

Did you know
There are birds that sing all night?
I do now
I've heard them
Because I saw 1:15
And 3:30
And seventeen other times I was awake
I was awake
But I didn't look
To see if they had a bad eye
Or a wounded heart

So I didn't mean to give you hope
That I had given up
Or that I would stop 
Bleeding
I'm sorry if you think
I could quit that easy

Thank you to the friends who 
Know me well enough
To know if I don't have something to say 
I have lots to say
Who aren't scared
Of my caustic tongue
Who scoop and cup my spirit in their hands
As you would a hummingbird
Gently, gingerly, delicately
And ask, "How's your heart today?"
So I send them a poem 
And they say "I hate you had it in you to write it"
I do too, I do too
But I did
And I’m still here

Love from Appalachia,
~Amy