Bursting Personality

Some Days are Hard

Sitting on my bed

Eating breakfast alone

Suddenly my brain wanders

And my heart feels sad.
I look around the room

Which suddenly becomes the world 

I sense a feeling of anger

From events in my past.
The anger leaves quickly 

And the arrow of sadness stings 

When the shadows of family members

Can’t be seen by my naked eye.
Death has snatched some friendly faces

Money caused a tear in family seams

The years have not repaired the tears

And I still do not understand. 
I have my children and their families 

I have some friends where I now live

But the familiar and loving people

Are now silhouettes in my mind.
Written by my feelings, 

Terry Shepherd