a wintery mix
rain
snow
yuk……… slush
navigating
nearly impossible
the weight
of the weather
feeling like glue
what a mess
trying to trek
ahead
seeming
to be
on a dead end street
wanting to yell
having no voice
wanting to weep
no tears
for they freeze
on the face
last resort
take a breath
and
locate
awareness
the idea
that is stuck
in this muck
get the shovel out
clean a pathway
to lucidity
it isn’t the snow
the rain
the slush
that has 1 stuck
only a feeling
of reluctance
be stronger
be willful
no more excuses
plow your way out
from your mental malady
take a breath
take another
the
wintery mix
will melt away