{Starting Again, Come Monday} #depression

 

“Any idiot can face a crisis; it’s the day-to-day living that wears you out…”  – Chekov

It is the today, yesterday,
and tomorrow;
the calamities converging
into a sucker punch, so that my ears are ringing,
bumping and bashing back and forth,
I’m wobbly. I’m done.
 
My heart hurts,
my body even hurts from the
Dogged Fiend, Depression that has settled in deep in my bones
for a stopover from hell,

Sandbagged I’m plumb worn by this life and this is day-to-day.
oh, I know others have it much worse but this
is enough for me.
 
This isn’t about winter, this isn’t about
seasonal anything.  This is
the simple fact that life
ain’t magical. It’s Friday, and
I quit.
Sure, I’ll start again Monday with
Hope,
and Steadfastness
and Steely Resolve.
I’ll start again, come Monday. I’ll be okay

then.