Inertia

A friend shared a video
Of a man describing his
“Functional freeze,”
Unable to motivate
Himself 
To accomplish
Anything.
Much of that was his
To-do list.
But more was the
State of the world.

I get it.
I feel as if for the past 
However many months
(Nineteen since
The election,
Sixteen since 
The inauguration
When the nightmare
Began in earnest),
Life has gone through
So many ups
And downs
And further downs
That it truly is
Difficult to get moving.
Somedays feel like
What’s the point?
Things will only get
Worse.
May as well just 
Stay here,
Tucked away from
Everyone,
Perhaps take
A nap.

Yes,
It’s truly amazing
How he and his
Sycophants
(Or are they his
Handlers?)
Have managed to 
Suck so much joy
From so many lives.

And yet,
When I can get moving,
When I am able to
Overcome
That inertia,
I find hope.
Glimpses of kindness,
Portions of the world
Still functioning,
Even if limping along.
Each day is a struggle,
So much effort 
Needed to start out.
But I see others doing it,
Surviving,
And that motivates me.
And somedays
Maybe I motivate them.

Still, how much longer?
Will the energy hold out?
Will we continue to limp,
Gradually heal,
Or have our legs
Kicked out from
Under us?