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pharmaceuticals settle the brain
but the heart remains heavy
dense and despondent of
nothing so much as a
difficult day no deep crisis
no tragedy merely exhaustion
a coping fatigue from
the grate of the little things
wearing defenses down
rubbing the will to a rawness
an aching reluctance to
keep up the fight wanting only
to disengage body and mind
from predictable vagaries looming
in hours to come as they’ve come
every day-in and day-out before
it can weary a soul blunt the
spirit and leave one for choosing
to pull up the covers and shut out
the punishing glare of the sun
perhaps better a mood will
resurface by this time tomorrow
From my book Small Noise
I know this state all to well. Keep moving though it. You will rise.
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appreciate the kind words, Gregga
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We are old leather boots / cracked at the creases / gone hard at the sole / left too long in the sun / even the laces now broken . . . Blessings, Paul, and hope you find some mink oil to soften your soothe . . .
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mink oil sounds quite exotic
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Very accurate and the emotions are real. Thank goodness the mood passes in time. Blessings to you Paul😃
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much appreciated, Shelley
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Paul, hope the rest will refresh you, and tomorrow will be a better day… 🙂
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thanks, Iris
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The Black Dog feeds…so sorry to hear that…trust the bloody thing moves on soon. Best of luck Sir.
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this, too, shall pass
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achingly true
no great crisis
except This
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I see you understand
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Yes
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The picture and your dark words create the heavy weight of depression. The stark beauty of your poetry leaves space to hold readers’ empathy for you. I hope you wake up tomorrow to a new day.
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thank you dearly
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Rubbing the will to a rawness- wow! Thank you for this.
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much appreciated
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Sometimes crawling back in and pulling up those covers is what’s needed. Be gentle with yourself, friend. No shame in self-care; and sometimes a little indulgence in that itch uld soothe is just the remedy. Pray?!
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thanks, amy – prayer often gets me through
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