Awake
Stark awake on a bed of dread,I wait on sleep, desperate for oblivion,pinned, struggling, like a specimenon the blue-steel spike of night.Depression is all in my head…and in my cells,and in my synapses,and in my chemistry.I swallow my pride with the pill,praying this antidepressant willdetonate in my body like a balm.
Shattered
Shattering!Fracturing!Breaking!I’m coming apart at the seems,at the shoulds, at the oughts,at the have-to’s, at the musts!I want my life backthe way it was.And yet…isn’t the way it was whatshattered,fractured,broke mein the first place?
Prisoner
A prisoner inside the terribletranslucence of depression.I rage, savaging the walls with my fists.I weep, pressing my faceagainst the Invisible,so lonely for laughter,for deliverance, for my old life.But my prison will not yield,only keeps pulsing, keeps holding…until I surrender,the sac breaks,and contractions begin.
Veil
The dark veil of depression covers me,blurring, obscuring all I once knew.Heavy,unyieldingas a habit of chain mail,it has no use for my tears.What does the darkness want of me?What does the darkness want for me?
