Yesterday I could not write.
I could not think or see,
nor could my mind find
a soft place to rest.

Yesterday I could not be loved
for I had none to give.
I could not hold my head high
or sing with a smile.

Yesterday I was sad just thinking of you.

“Yesterday”
A poem about, you guessed it…..yesterday and the beautiful thing about yesterday is it isn’t today.

Much love and light.
B
2015
“A life in progress”