Christmas has always been a tough day
for those who live with depression.
That was the ongoing case even before
the orchestrated hijacking of life, better known as 2020.
I can't imagine what the death-math
of this first Covid Christmas will be.
Not that it will be reported with any accuracy, or decency...
...two virtues that might be hiding out with merry.
The bells I hear ringing are the alarms of truth and liberty,
but most of the world seems to confuse them with a reindeer sleigh.
Chimney-like isolation is the gift that comes
with seeing what the virus really is, and knowing there is no mask
that can protect from the hazardous material strewn about
non-stop since March. No amount of garland or tinsel or candy canes
can redeem the news-sewage that's poisoned most minds.
I will not gaslight you with false cheer.
If you feel tired or sad or maybe even worse than that,
it actually means you are very much alive and in-tact!
It means that your awareness is functioning
exactly as it should, alerting you of falsity.
There is empowerment in this grinchy post,
and it is this:
