I took the last verse of a poem I wrote last year on another blog, to start another one about the same feeling, during a different time of year. Authentic and pathetic, it is somewhat self-pitiful. But as crappy as I feel, it's a wonder I wrote at all.
with my Kleenex
longing for the desire
and the tolerance
to step outside
and enjoy
my Florida winter.
Crisp air and clear skies
the moon is bright and
the stars visible.
It's a perfect night to walk
or to dine downtown.
Instead I sit inside
closed off from the world
with take out dinner
swollen eyes
and sinus pressure.
If only tomorrow my body
rebuilds
heals itself
feels better
so I can venture out.
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