Summer and Gumbo Lilies

 I've found myself afraid of summer.

The thought of remembering it alone,

Surviving it without half of myself.

I never dreaded the sunshine or the green grass,

I never had trouble sleeping until now.

Heavy eyes and sleepless nights.

Everyone tells me I look great.

I wish I felt that way.

Haunted by my own mind, 

My quiet place now somewhere I can't avoid.

Never knew I could feel this hopeless, this broken.

I always loved the desert and she finally called me home again.

I hope the gumbo lilies bloom full force this year,

And the summer thunder showers wash away my tears.

Xoxo, Gussie