“Any idiot can face a crisis; it’s the day-to-day living that wears you out…” — Chekov
It is the today, yesterday,
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
Sure, I’ll start again Monday with
and Steely Resolve.
I’ll start again, come Monday. I’ll be okay