call it
the end of the year blues
that subtle breaking
the christmas woes
where you
plaster on a smile
as it feels like
everything is
f
a
l
l
i
n
g

a p a r t

alone
in a crowded room
afraid
of smiling faces
prone
to tears
at the drop
of a snowflake
you know
isn’t falling
anywhere
but in the silent misery
inside
your panic stricken
chest
you’re not alone
even if it feels
as if you are floating
on an ice floe
in the middle
of the churning seas
the subtle flaking
of the painting
you present
to the world
just adds
to your beauty
so call it
the end of the year blues
just another one
done
soon
the iron bands
will loosen
the horror
will abate

you will survive
no matter how it feels
right now