Some days the curtains won’t close tight enough,
the mattress won’t sink deep enough
and despite clutching at the duvet,
pinning it around desperate limbs,
drafts still snake their way in.
On those days it doesn’t matter how tight
I screw my eyes shut,
the light is always there behind my lids,
prickling, waiting, demanding
that I emerge and acknowledge it.
Those were the days I didn’t leave my bed.
The ones I missed class and didn’t explain why.
A time I don’t ignore,
but I still can’t name in confidence.
I let it sit in my memory
like storm clouds on a horizon,
not close enough to worry on,
but a reminder that the sun doesn’t always shine
and I haven’t always managed to smile
instead of cry.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
This really spoke to me. Thank you for sharing it.
I was a little concerned it would be too personal to post. I didn’t redraft as much with this as I have been doing with other poems.
Can totally relate to your poem…especially the lines “I let it sit in my memory,like storm clouds on a horizon,not close enough to worry on”
Loved your poem 🙂
I love this so much Carol
Thank you. I sometimes feel that no one reads the poems that do go up in response to a prompt.
I know, but they do. I’m not good at always giving feedback but know i read you frequently and your skill and gift is astounding to me