I've been feeling a little off lately, and it's been bad for my writing and revising. I have depression, which I'm pretty open about. It's an ongoing fact of life for me. So I decided to try to put some of that feeling into words, in poetry. Maybe it will resonate with someone else out there too.
maelstrom
She stands on the edge,
her feet submerged in grainy darkness.
Waves crash;
her shoulders sag under the weight of
the fears
the sorrows
the guilts
the failures
the mistakes
that drown her silent voice.
She cries so loud no one can hear her.
Her tears echo in the waves that break against her back.
But she stands.
She throws back her shoulders.
She shakes off the darkness --
the fears sorrows guilts failures mistakes --
and she pours them out into the whirling darkness that laps at her feet.
Drip
Drop
Slips them in gently, without a sound.
Lets them slide off her back
and into the gaping black hole that dogs her footsteps.
And she is Light.
Free.
With her pains and her sorrows
behind her,
in the black hole.
So greedy, it slurps the poison in.
And she turns her face to the sun,
One step away from the darkness.
Yet.
The black hole grows.
Swelling quietly behind her back,
beneath her feet.
Until it grows so large that it crests its horizon.
And it laps around her ankles,
dark waves caressing her tired feet.
And she slumps, and turns her face from the sun.
And the wave slowly pulls her
Back.
Into the darkness.
Leaving her with a lingering memory of light.
Until
