Deceits of December
"Shower," my therapist says.
"It's been a week"
As if the water, luke warm in Winter's chill, could actually wash the pain away.
"Brush your teeth," she says
"You'll feel better."
As if the the hard bristles of my toothbrush
Could return a smile to my face.
"Change your clothes," she says
"How long have you worn that same shirt?"
As if peeling off this layer of fabric
Will peel away the unhappiness.
"Meditate," she says
"It will quiet the mind"
As if listening to a voice drone on and on
Will actually calm my anxiety energy.
"Take your medication," she says
As if chemical concoctions
Miraculously provided a cure.
How does one function
When one just doesn't care?
One step in front of the other
Day by precarious day
Eventually Spring will come
And wash away Winter's turmoil.