Monotony and Beyond

Sometimes I have to rant about what's wrong to clear the air in order to find my way back to center where I can see what's right again. 


I am insufferably bored
I have run out of ways
To express my gratitude
For......................being alive 
Having enough
Being enough
Yes, I am grateful...BUT

Lighting a fire under me
Has become challenging.
The matches are damp
And downright wet
And I am really, really
Tired of making lemonade
Out of a huge pile of lemons!

Usually I am a self starter.
I've learned to motivate
Inspire and investigate
Various ways to spice up
Animate, elevate and
Exhilarate my life...BUT
I've simply run out of fuel!

Upon awakening each day
Greeted with sunshine
Rain,   fog,    more rain,
More fog, more sunshine
Bored, out-of-my head bored
Utterly, undeniably bored
Tired, fatigued, spiritless.

I have become weary
Of putting on a happy face
In the face of a pandemic
That has casually wiped out
Millions of people worldwide
Plus trying to be cheerful about
Our mother earth revolting.

Turning the other cheek
When hostility assaults
Practicing forgiveness
For the unforgivable,
Choosing to love
When I would rather
Hire an assassin.

No wonder I am worn out.
For months upon months
We have all been under siege,
Attempting to sort out
That which we cannot sort.
A ravenous virus, fires, floods
Blizzards, rotten politicians
A world turned on itself.

Hard to find the cheery,
To keep smiling at adversity,
Search for the silver lining,
Put on a happy face
When I would rather cry.
At the bottom of a hole
There is only one way...UP.

Up to another day to create
Up to reinventing myself again,
Up above the clouds
Up to brighter possibilities 
Up where the skies are bluer
Up beyond the rain, behind the sun
UP....to where I can breathe again.