It’s like that you know, I will tell this friend
it just comes every so often, and January
well yes,
there is that… I know,
anxiety starts to act up, considers itself most important
of thought
churns things up in a constant motion
makes for rather dismal time
spent inside
and you will try, you will
to be kind to her, to be patient, to garner even the smallest hint
of
compassion
a soft pat on the back, sort of half smile
in consolidation
wonder if there might be something nice
you might of said to somehow
make her feel a little less ridiculous
in this …
wallow
this internal self-pitying defeat
again, you can sit just quietly there with her, this friend
as she tries her best to detach the raggedy bits of shadow
that tend to follow her around
stuff them in that old suitcase under the bed
while wondering why she left them out there
so vulnerable and
exposed
in the first place
you can try and tell her about that retrograde thing
someone mentioned
possible causes of explosions over something
small
instead of saying what she needed
in the first place
kindness, just gentle kindness, and
affection
maybe,
understanding
also, I will tell her
kind of
an inside job and who could possibly understand this jumbled up mess
in here anyway
let’s just leave it, where it is
then you can offer her, your friend
the softest
sweetest lullaby you can think of
on the spot, anyway
and let it kind of soar
and in the morning, in just the right light
you will notice
that again
something serenely beautiful
has returned
more dulcet
in tone ♥
January hues…
