Don't Go

I can feel the annual shift.

My post summer glow, 
fading.

A mental health nose dive,
as the days get shorter,
and the sun sets her retirement.

One last ride,
as the humidity sinks in,
turning everyone into the terrible, 
no good, 
rotten beings they truly are. 

I anticipated change with age.

What I didn't foresee,
is how shut off,
and inconsiderate the world would become.  

The new normal is to hate.

It's passing strangers,
and ignoring

It's avoiding.

Disengaging from human interaction. 

The easiest thing to do is assimilate,
and adapt. 

And yet,
I resist. 

So as the remaining summer months say their goodbye,
I try to strive.

The fall month,
I will thrive.

Bringing winter, 
which I always try to survive.

God help us all.