Summary:
I don't feel like this much anymore.
It does creep me out sometimes.
I find it hard to want to do much of anything
I push myself to get up and eat
It’s hard when you have no appetite
I make myself get on with my routine
Little by little, the day pushes my melancholy away from me
Tomorrow is tomorrow
It will be better than today
Routines can be lifesavers
Your poem is brimming with hopefulness, that’s my take.
I think if we focus on the positive, no matter how small it may seem, it outweighs the negative.
Thank you, Adira
I think that too – while leaving room for mental adventure as is arises.
Angel, getting up and facing the day can be a heroic feat. You enshrined your rising with heartfelt beauty. Love this poem.
John
Thank you, goldenmyst
Honest and transparent. Keep on keeping on.
Thank you, Thomas
Honestly penned, Angel. Dark undertones, but with a sense of optimism in the end. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian
hello lovely poetess I can relate to this feeling it’s very well written and you push through it that’s positive 💕
Thank you, Brenda
In some ways you’re courageous for even contemplating a better day to follow. I’ve seen some that have given up totally and would never even contemplate that kind of thought. The chains of depression are often impossible to break for some. Great poem, Angels.
You have the right attitude. We all encounter unpleasantness in life–it can’t be helped. Look at it as spilled milk, get busy taking care of yourself and carry on. That is often hard to do, but we must.
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