when will I stop crying
when will the last tear drop
there’s no use in trying
will this anguish ever stop

I can’t seem to catch a break

outside it’s bright and balmy
inside it’s storm clouds and rain
that’s what it feels like for many
in constant, unrelenting pain
raindrops on windshield at sunset blue sky with orange and pink clouds
©️poem and photo of raindrops/des gouttes de pluie by Darlene (BonjourDarlene.com)

Bonjour ! I’ll continue to write about my favorite French-inspired things, as well as books, chocolate, music, movies, and postcards, but to change things up a bit, I will also share a 50-word poem each day in the month of January!

These micro-poems are based on personal observations, pesky intrusive thoughts, and general anxiety about getting older. Do you suffer from the winter blues or seasonal affective disorder (SAD)? I do and I find that exposure to natural outdoor light or a light box indoors helps significantly. ☀️

If you or someone you know needs support, please talk about it. You are not alone. Things will get better. 💗

This poem is from my poem-a-day series (January 2024).