Get me out of this funk

I was on a break writing as I try to shake off the funk I am in. It is difficult but I am trying. I lean into my poetic side for tonight's post.

Up in the clouds I am fierce Down back I am in tears Hard to fathom these feelings It attacks me in the mornings

So ferociously I go Seems I can’t work the flow Yes, I push myself But I’m still drained at twelfth.

Don’t talk about my hormones Nothing’s change with my performance Or this virus, so deadly I still walk the talk; not ineptly.

Should I slam the door

For me to search and explore Where is happiness, though? All I found were just faux.

Iceberg Lake