A poem I wrote this morning about seasonal depression | CPTSD Podcast
Fall gold is now gold falling
Winter abound
The cheerful humans that pedal around town
Now sit and wait
It’s easy to find shelter under the bus stop awning
Seasonal depression is rapping at my chamber down
Quoth the Raven - from now until April-ish
There’s not enough day in the time
And here I thought we were saving it
All these holidays
Great uncle mctouchy with his uninvited invites
Guess that’s just how he is
Politics are not allowed at this dinner table
Only Xanax, red wine, and lies
What about my boundaries
Winter abound
How long did Wyclef say he was going to be gone
November calling
Hi, yes, we have a package for you
Things I don’t need
I’m sure a new shiny toy will keep me occupied for five minutes
Whats that - a new new one just came out
Just my fucking luck
They say the grass is greener
You wouldn’t know under all this gold
Winter abound
But what do you do other than keep going
I wonder
Oh yes I remember that time I thought to myself I’m a survivor
Survivors survive
Guess I’ll have to figure it out
Foggy mornings damp the window and I wonder
Maybe I’ll work out tomorrow
No, do it now
You’ll feel better
So many options
Bourdain in Spain in soothing
Do it anyway
No one is coming to rescue you
Winter abound
I keep waiting for the sun to shine
On my heart
It’s there I tell myself
Patience is healing
Keep time
Thump thump thump
A heart of gold she said
I remember her face like it was yesterday
Twenty years ago
Hard to tell when Fall gold turns into gold falling
Winter abound
Until next time my friend…
Be Unbroken,
-Michael
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