There’s a blanket…
The gravity blanket?
It’s heavy
On your body
Apparently makes you sleep.
But why would
I need
That
When I have this
Cloak
Of depression
That sits on me
Heavy as anything
Won’t let me
Get up
Or
Do anything
Its own force
Pulling me down
Making me doubt
Only giving way
To the sky
Opening up
So I can breathe
In the blue
Anything but grey
Only giving way
When someone
Offers help/guidance/direction
And my will perks
Right up
To say
Wait
I’m here
I can do this myself
They way
I
Always
Do.