Lani's Blog

Lost in a Haze

Lost in a haze


of my mind’s own making,


pink clouds and bunnies play.





I cannot have this.


This will never do.





I try to shake off the fantasies,


when a voice from beyond the fog calls,


smashing clouds and bunnies,





“Honey? Benadryl haze?”


As he hands me a tissue.








As someone who has been struggling with bronchitis and asthma this year, I thought this poem was appropriate.

















Lani