it’s the kind of day
that makes your
jaw ache and the
soreness settle in
even the youngest
of bones
(“rainy days and mondays
always bring me down”
but rainy mondays are
guaranteed to be worse)
i worry too much
care too much
cry too much
think too much
it’s about time
to start thinking about
what happens when
seasonal depression hits
about time to start
making plans for
the rest of my
everloving life
it’s hard for me
to make plans
hard for me to
admit that maybe
my life won’t always
make me miserable
i struggle with
feeling powerless
watching those around
me suffer
trying every day to make
someone smile
and then one monday
picking up a paper
and seeing that one of those
smiles is no longer with us
nobody tells the barista
and they tell me it’s hard to find
out someone you know has died
by looking at a work ticket
but i’m just the girl who
makes your coffee and
wraps your bouquets and
no matter how much i
truly genuinely care about
each face in this town i know
at the end of the day
i have to face that
nothing can change
the inevitabilities
that nothing i say
can really help
the world will still
turn without me
like it turns without
others who are gone
i know i sound
pessimistic
i’m sorry
it’s just a rainy
day or monday
getting me down
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
it’s the kind of day
that makes your
jaw ache and the
soreness settle in
even the youngest
of bones
(“rainy days and mondays
always bring me down”
but rainy mondays are
guaranteed to be worse)
i worry too much
care too much
cry too much
think too much
it’s about time
to start thinking about
what happens when
seasonal depression hits
about time to start
making plans for
the rest of my
everloving life
it’s hard for me
to make plans
hard for me to
admit that maybe
my life won’t always
make me miserable
i struggle with
feeling powerless
watching those around
me suffer
trying every day to make
someone smile
and then one monday
picking up a paper
and seeing that one of those
smiles is no longer with us
nobody tells the barista
and they tell me it’s hard to find
out someone you know has died
by looking at a work ticket
but i’m just the girl who
makes your coffee and
wraps your bouquets and
no matter how much i
truly genuinely care about
each face in this town i know
at the end of the day
i have to face that
nothing can change
the inevitabilities
that nothing i say
can really help
the world will still
turn without me
like it turns without
others who are gone
i know i sound
pessimistic
i’m sorry
it’s just a rainy
day or monday
getting me down
copyright 9/13/18 by b. e. mccomb