The Gravity of Depression

By August 11, 2017 Poem

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.

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