I Have Problems Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

when my Soul turns gray
and there's No space
to let the sun Shine through.
I have PROBLEMS.

Walking through the thickness
Of dark in the dead of winter,
My destination is 15 minutes
Away.
Objects are black and white
And gray. I stay...
Out on my own, I stay.
I have problems.

Need to COOK A WHOLESOME dinner,
Not only, edible morsels, OR
A glass of milk with toast.
2 cashier jobs to make ends
Meet.
Sometimes they don't.
I have problems.