I Don't Trust the Weather (or Much Else)

It may be sixty and sunny

But I don't trust you,

Weather that's funny

The wind blows grit

My eyes may get hit.

Feelings lie, too.

I wake refreshed,

then memories crash into me.

And my back smacks me.

The SUV sucks bucks

From an already diminished supply

One blow after another

I can't move.

 

I feel weak and a failure

I'm fatigued from the fight.

I'm tired of the fight

I'm tired of not wanting to fight

I'm tired of waking to no ambition,

no gumption for the audition.

I don't want to believe anything

It can only get worse before it gets better.

If it gets better.

Walk.

I don't trust this weather.

Write

a Big Bite

I'm numb

No fight

No fear

No feeling

Just writing and looking at a screen

Words come from the middle

Words that mean nothing

I don't think

I don't feel

I don't trust.

I don't rhyme

I don't chime

I don't have time.

I don't want to put myself out there.

The dog scratches

I neglect him

I must move

I must trust the blue skies

and walk him.

I'll use something of this,

But not today.

I walk.

Jesus and I talk

Chin up

Pray

It will be Okay.