In the days that follow

Bed cold

The way I stretch out and cling to my pillows for comfort

Focus lost

The way I seek for something to ease wounds

Mind overwhelmed

The way my inner critic punishes me constantly

Nature exists

The way the squirrels play calms my turmoil

Snow falls

The way it tells of seasons passing soothes my soul

Cat cuddles

The way his purr vibrates, heals my broken heart