Oh no, that creeping weight again…

Oh no, that creeping weight again…
You know, the one where your thoughts become suspended…
Melting into meaningless streaks…
Happiness floating away in a small black puff.

We all share the same story…
Those days when we feel damp and bedraggled…
All the way from head to tail and back again…
Where, even a biscuit tastes bitter.

Yet, everyday there is a knock on the door…
Saying, look up at the sky, feel the grass beneath your toes…
Take this breast plate of gold…
And dance in the glorious warmth of life swirling around you.

Time to fluff up your fur!
Stop thinking, that you are dangling from a rope…
Widen one eye and narrow the other…
And proceed with a soft growl.

Life is not all that complex…
But its not always ringing with pleasant music…
Yet there is always a rhythm that urges you to take the next step forward…
There is, there is.

I love you,

Annie