on a grey day

I am kinda low, its more in my soul( thank God its not gone further) and I want to cry but more to sleep and forget the thing that's caused me sadness. sometimes i wonder how anyone in a bad relationship or marriage can wake up to a repeat of the day before and like me, want to cry but more to sleep and forget the thing that's caused them sadness. it is not the sadness of losing something. its the sadness of not being able to be, not being able to impact, to be appreciated for the beauty within and above all to be understood and known for who I really am. instead robbed of peace of beauty and drained to the core. its that dry crispy sadness that rasps against the spirit in need of replenish of a little understanding. for sanity.
so in my headache filled, soul-exhausted day, i recalled with deep longing to go back there, a poem i loved so much, a poem so melancholic it warmed me in my grayest of days and i am shocked that even as i pieced it up together, i actually still did recall it all. word for word.
so i guess i should keep a copy of this amazing poem on my blog too, not just my heart

Words May Lose Meaning

once, in an hour that i shall not forget,
you took a stick and wrote upon the sand.
the wind was around us and your hair was wet
you held my hand in your other hand.

words may lose meaning though they promise well
and eyes like strangers coldly meet and pass
empty of comfort like a broken shell-
or the wind's errand in the mountain grass