Striving, I only feel blah.
Thinking, the response is blah.
Apathy, or uncertainty, maybe the anxiety brings it on, feeling blah.
My mind responding to it all, dulled, broken down, to blah.
Some solace in prayer, faith, just barely, barely ahead of blah.
That might just end up being enough, just enough, ahead of blah.
Feeing blah? Hang in there, you’ll get through it.