Sunday Blues

For years and years, I felt sad on Sundays

every hour that passed further increased that sadness

the weekend was ending, the next day I’d be trapped again by school and obligations

All day long I had this bitterness, this anguish, eating me from the inside

and I could never relax and enjoy my time, like I’d exult on a Friday evening or Saturday

on Friday evening, the weekend seemed infinity, and freedom tasted true

heaven was opening before me

on Sunday, I was still in heaven, but could see the grey smokes of Monday morning looming over the horizon

I could see the ground going down from the mountains where I was to the smothering town where I’d be forced to spend the week

and physically, I needed to leave my village where I spent the weekend to go to the city

and each week, I felt torn apart by the idea of having one hour and a half of road and to leave my beloved village where I could play in the gardens and plant and read novels to my heart’s content

Even after I left my country, and started working, I continued feeling Sundays blues

and perhaps the dispiritedness was even more looming as at school there still were some moments I looked for, whereas work was always monotonous and boring

When I decided to start following my dreams, this sadness retreated

but today I’m feeling it again, is it the weight of a day that started sunny to turn cloudy

is it the burden of the few obligations I have this week

is it the departure of my sister soul and the solitude

is it something else, something I still need to understand, something related to you my twin of truth and love

you who spent every week of your life with your mother, and the weekends with your father, traveling from town to town like I did

what is it that is so weighing on you today