Blue Monday

So I've written this poem today in response to the "Blue Monday" nonsense in the media. As Mind quite rightly point out. Any day can be blue! 

Blue Monday

It is dark

The air twisted with frost

We've pushed out into this new year

Too far to turn back,

Even amongst the ice we must 

Pick out a careful course

Keep momentum,

It's a nice thought

Intrepid explorer of life

But really I'm sitting in my kitchen

Pinpointed by light

Listening to a radio burble 

About blue Monday,

And they're not playing New Order.

It's that day the travel industry decrees 

Is the lousiest of the year,

When we're supposed to be in the doldrums 

Still lugging Christmas around;

Grease on our bones.

Half of us detoxing;

Feeling vile.

The other half in despair

About our tax returns.

All this they claim makes us blue

But for me, and more besides,

Any day can be that wintery slatey shade.

Depression doesn't strike 

because I need Florida's citrus sun

Or a pick me up in the Med,

Depression stalks me

Seeking me out on the sunniest days,

During Christmas and New Year,

When the autumn leaves brighten and shed,

Depression is never far away.

So yes today is dark

And the frigid sky is tinged with steel

But we've rushed out into this new year

Gone too far to turn back,

So let's push on into the heart of this adventure,

Intrepid explorers! 

Wrap up warm and grab my hand, 

We have places to go

People to meet

Books to read

And life to live

One day at a time!