Joyless
Have you ever woken up
to not liking anything?
Absolutely nothing bringing
you joy?
Everything in your
surroundings looking like
cracked, peeling, wilting
failure.
You attempt to summon
motivation, an energy
of any kind — anger, tears,
integrity, and then responsibility…
Responsibility is the final pebble
on a stack of concrete slab rubble
that crushes you
taking you completely out.
Then, the old haunt of
perfectionism
flows in, the treads of their
old pathways still
patterned within you
the track marks like tattoos
will fade but not diminish.
And not even those old patterns
that toxic flow can move you
to feel good, to do something,
to change this weight, dread,
and gloom
hanging like a fog,
obscuring the goodness
and the essence of a life
you had grown to love.
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