We’re still in COVID-19 lockdown in my neck of the woods.
Philadelphia is under curfew until 6 a.m. from the violent protests throughout the hood. This world has turned upside down as of late.
Our lives are filled with too much hate!
Missed a post last week.
Shame on me.
Felt tired, lonely, uninspired, without glee,
Terribly somber on bended knee.
Today while helping a friend rewrite a poem,
About losing a child not so long ago,
Inspired me to pen these words of wit,
Actually typing them on my laptop as I sit.
Whenever one feels overwhelmed by pain and uncertainty,
Take a look around and I’m sure you’ll see,
Many have it worse than your own woes can possibly be,
So toss those thoughts away and you’ll be free.
You claim that’s easy for me to say,
When so many people live day to day,
Despondent, without money, some homeless, full of dismay,
While I sit comfortably in my apartment on this last day of May.
But you don’t know what’s going on in my head,
Sometimes filled with sorrow, intense anxiety and dread,
Feeling depressed while wearing a smile instead,
Although not wanting to spend all day in bed.
Nobody likes you when you’re down and out,
Especially on Social Media where everything’s about,
Cats and puppy dogs, sugar and spice, happiness without doubt,
Successful businesses and lives, always making me want to shout.
In real life, it’s not always about me, or you,
Nor plush surroundings, nice clothes, great music, eternal youth,
Lists of many followers, likes, retweets, being a Youtube influencer to boot,
All this superficial crap, to me, makes life moot.
Depression is a nasty word.
People turn away whenever the term’s heard,
That someone is suffering with it, saying it’s absurd,
When the afflicted person is presumed to be carefree as a bird.
Yet even our fine feathered friends don’t have it so easy,
Spending their time looking for a bug, worm, or something measly,
Expending all their energy for something to eat,
And avoiding predators is no enjoyable feat.
I’ll never admit to being depressed,
Worrying about it makes me a wreck.
The general opinion would brand me as weak,
And for my attention they would never seek.
So like most I’ll keep it inside,
No one wants to listen so I won’t confide.
Not to worry, my thoughts aren’t about suicide,
Life’s too precious for taking that final ride.
There’s always an alternative, rather than abruptly ending it,
Volunteer some time to help someone else not wanting to quit,
Find a hobby or anything constructive to do,
Be it photography, a musical instrument, reading a book to learn something new.
Try keeping a journal to express your inner feelings,
It helps to write about your everyday mental dealings.
Nobody else has to know you’re upset, down and out,
List all those heavy thoughts that are making you pout.
By reading what you’ve so profoundly written,
Will be a joy in itself to make you feel smitten,
With the success you’ve made to realize the pain,
Was really not as dreadful, but actually inane.
At least that works for me,
As evident in my tirades every week.
I can probably list some more,
But the best alternative is by walking out the door.
Thanks for stopping by and for your continued support.