On depressive cycles and motivation.


Dragging Days

Some days are better, but this loathsome dragging
of the unwilling body through jagged time

- closer to gravel, really, than sand -
it takes a lasting toll, turns the easier hours

into uneasy pauses, unrestful respites,
each blessed second spent agonizing

over the return of the absence of energy
rather than relishing the moment's peace.

Some days are better. Some days the body bounces,
glides, dances through time and space, propels itself

with the inconquerable force of remembered youth,
the promise of a thousand sunrises yet to be witnessed.

Those days are fewer these days, but they still come
when they can, still make the dragging days bearable.




Poetry by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2021-01-06 at 22:08

Tags Depression  Cycles  Hope 

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Ducks
I feel that time does drag harder, especially now, especially during the winter. I love your adjectives. Hopefully new sunrises will come with friends and loved ones, inspiring each new day to begin.
2021-01-15


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent work!
2021-01-07


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo brave writing
Thinking Out To You, Lady Courtaire
Ken D
2021-01-07


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is fine writing.
2021-01-06