Prena Poetry

Give me a minute

I just

Got out of bed today

I hadn’t been able to do that

For a couple of weeks

I watered my petunias and Lillies

They told me it has been so long

But they waited

The clothes at the edge of my bed

Met the amber warmth of the sun

They told be they knew

This day would come

So they waited too

Give me a minute

I am cleaning up my bedroom

The blue and the Lilac skies

Calls me home

Home; Where I am loved

In all the ways I can’t to do myself

Home; that I will be walking back to

I miss the dinner conversations

I am ready for the dinner conversations

The plates on the sinks are cleaner now

My medicine cabinet is emptier

Give me a minute

I have got a couple hundred missed calls

I miss my old friends

But it doesn’t make me unhappy anymore

I am painting back the yellows on my wall

Even if the blues and the grays

Look prettier and heavier and so indefinite

But today

I will tell you

the yellows look promising

I build up walls

It’s not that I want to

But I build up walls

And sometimes it gets too high

For anyone to climb in or out of it

Then it takes me long long weeks

Of gathering this strength

To break them down again

But then

Will you wait for me

Until I’m done

breaking down the walls

And repainting it

With one step at a time