call me anything
but by my name.
What am I?
I am walls narrowing in.
a fog smothering your vision
so you can't see anything
but gray gray gray.
nothing has come before me,
nothing will come after.
I blind your vision.
I am a bully that tells you that you are alone.
that there is no one for you to trust.
that you are a failure
and will never be good enough
never be love-able enough...
I am a mirror
that only reflects lies.
I surround you with stories
until you don't even realize
that you're not seeing
anything but me.
I am everything you know...
everything you hear.
What am I?
I am a weight crushing you.
I draw your eyelids closed,
so sleep is the only thing
that isn't so much effort.
every step is a steep climb.
you are out of breath
from simply trying...
to breathe.
What am I?
I am a string that weaves itself
around and around your neck.
I am a voice that won't stop shouting.
What am I?
I am nothing.
I am emptiness.
but I take everything from you.
I kidnap your mind.
I weigh down your body with bricks.
What am I?
Call me anything
but by my name.
for once you name me
I start to lose my hold on you.
I will return
again and again
to knock you over
and smother your life.
and you will remember
again and again
to call me by my name:
depression.
and you will reclaim your mind
and learn who you really are
the more you know me
as not you,
the smaller I become.
and you will stand watching.
guarding your life.
For I am always just around the corner
waiting for you to forget
my name.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
I will not
bow down to you.
you, that roars through valleys.
you, of which I am filled.
I would rather trust something solid and full.
a mountain...
rocks.
wood.
but the Strongest of Rocks
erodes by flowing water still.
that which changes
takes us all.
Listen to the sound of rain...
the rhythm unsteady
each drop a new pattern
its own unique sound.
Listen to the ocean
whose waves curl in and out
in no certain shape
and unmetered rate.
Watch it appear
and then hide...
here I am,
I am gone
here I am,
I am gone
bow down to you.
you, that roars through valleys.
you, of which I am filled.
I would rather trust something solid and full.
a mountain...
rocks.
wood.
but the Strongest of Rocks
erodes by flowing water still.
that which changes
takes us all.
Listen to the sound of rain...
the rhythm unsteady
each drop a new pattern
its own unique sound.
Listen to the ocean
whose waves curl in and out
in no certain shape
and unmetered rate.
Watch it appear
and then hide...
here I am,
I am gone
here I am,
I am gone
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