When you can not do the things you wish you could
Where everything seems so overwhelming
When every little problem gets blown up
to twice its normal size
And all you want to do is curl up into a small ball
huddled under a blanket
and cry until the new year begins
Except the problems won’t go away
and you are forced to fight the sense of loss
until you can breathe again
and hopefully find a crack of light
coming from underneath an edge of the blanket
Also that it is warm
Saturn's Premier Poet 