IN A ROOM

I forget how depression feels sometimes.  That’s dangerous.  To forget isn’t an option.  I have to remind myself how sneaky and insidious it is.  I must remember what it felt like to be its prisoner.  Depression as a room and me held captive against my will.  I am so grateful to have escaped this room……

ACROSS THE SLEEPING

I wish we didn’t need sleep but we do. I’m starting to feel age creeping into my bones and my brain and now more than ever I’m realizing how important a clear and stable mind sleep is. Brittle bones Trapped In a bag of flesh Fat dissolving Organs hardening Brain short Short Short-circuiting Life deteriorating…

MY CURSE

It’s a curse to feel it all The heart aching words The eye kicking looks Like a tide turning pulse Racing like falling stars Across my universe The sky wants to fall Full of ice sharpened birds With piercing claw hooks And a needling impulse To open up these scars Yet again, I’m immersed

X MARKS THE SPOT

It wasn’t a castle But it was his castle I wasn’t a servent But I felt like one Obedience worn As decades fell And it was those My years of life Screaming at me Forever hoping I’d be worth More than that X marks the spot So much lost Beneath my feet

EVEN THOUGH

The world can be dark Even though there is sun It can be cold and sad Even with birds singing You can have plenty Want for nothing And desire most To give it all away Because even stuff Deserves more Than to be stuck In a world of despair With you

DISREPAIR

The big iron gate Used to swing Easy on its hinges It was beautiful With a purpose An entrance to behold It was cared for And needed by many It belonged And it was useful One day it creaked Rust was setting in People found it irritating And stopped coming by Caretakers left Found new…

DEPRESSION

It rests upon me A silent partner Waiting to choke The life out of me The part of the dark Reaching out The part of pain Leaving a mark It is the thudding Sitting in my chest It is the breaking in It is the flooding It is the taking over

LEAVING YOU COLD

There is a coldness that has nothing to do with temperature and if you aren’t careful with your heart you’ll understand what I mean. They say things They don’t mean And pretend Until you believe Until you trust But pay attention And you’ll hear And you’ll see The deception They weave They craft To fool…

ONLY ONE

He stood silent Staring at hands Full of broken dreams The beating was soft Barely just an echo A life fading And it was him Who cried for it The small heart Made for only one