Depression

Image by Mike Ralph

Depression, she comforts me. She gave me tears to shed, numbness to cling to. Walls and ceilings to stare at. Blankets to wrap myself in while she wrapped herself around my heart. She has taken my motivation to do anything and set it aside, tucked away in a little box. She brushed my appetite under the rug and laid upon it. Joy tugged it out for a little while, but it has been swept away again. She caresses me with her claws. It hurts but its familiarity comforts me. She paws at my heart causing slight pings of pain. Her weight makes my chest feel heavy. I want to build walls and isolate myself but that would only turn her house into a fortress. She made the wishes and sweet words feel hollow and empty. She has chosen to change out roommates for a bit. She has kicked out hopefulness and replaced him with despair. His tenancy is always short, but occasionally he lingers much longer than he should. He greatly adds to the heaviness in me. But I dare to hope he will leave soon.

-AW