blues and liquid courage

 Lord,

The mental fatigue is about as bad as the physical.  Right now, my imagination and daydreams need to run rampant in spite of my reality. I thought it was said once you accepted your lot, joy was a given. Let me tell you, it’s not. Joy, I have to choose it everyday. Even if it’s as simple as waking up and eating oatmeal and bananas. Breaking gratitude down to the roots, so I don’t go down the why me route. 

Maybe it is singing off key

Maybe it is in a cup of coffee

Maybe it is the quiet

I don’t want to relish

It’s painful

To sit with 

One’s thoughts

It’s hard

To let people

Be people

When you sit back

And wonder

Where humanity

And sanity

Return from

The brink

Of an

Indifference

That is more 

Lukewarm

Than a cold soup

Not properly reheated 

My soul

Feel like 

A blues standard

In need of liquid courage

Even if

My soul 

Doesn’t need

To be further depressed 

And as I remain

Upright and alert

I realize that

A world in despair

Isn’t where I’m 

To find comfort

Drunk on 

Your Word

Is the only

Place that 

Needs to 

Be found