Trapped by a Hair

This morn woke up, with a weight upon my soul
As if my eyes were closed, my whole world gone.
But I need to keep a hold, upon my feelings that I know
To contain them, let them not spill so

Sitting here, looking out it's rather a grey sky
With the wind blowing, murmuring, whispering
Between the branches of my trees,
Whispering to the birds, as they float and float away

But my soul is trapped, down here by a mere hair
Why can't I just fly like the birds in the sky
Simply can't free itself,  yet here  am fighting another day
Although my friends are there why so alone do I stay

One more second, one more minute hours, hours in the day
When I could be out there, floating like a condor flying high
But somehow am trapped down here don't you know
As if they're  shunning me up there, as in here, down bellow

I see a chink of blue, up there in the sky lifting my spirits high
Telling me pack it in, and try to lift that gossamer
Lining from my mind, but my mind refuses to let the sun in.
It's one of those days I can't win.

It enjoys seeing me in the mire, with tears flowing down, like a river.
Must grab myself by the scruff of the neck
Pull my socks up, don't let things get me down
This precise moment the washing I shall hang out, let the sun drying it

Then I shall put Beethoven on the deck, and do the ironing
Somehow he soothes my very soul, with his wonderful,
Wonderful sounds, my brain smiling  thinking wow,
How can you feel this low...when you have Beethoven in your soul 

                                By Connie James.