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Dreaming Depression   1 comment

There are words, but they don’t fit.

No one prepares you for the number of ways you can’t explain what goes on in your mind,
or how the turmoil bubbles up like the ocean after SMACKING against the rocky shore…
or how the anger can engulf and turn you into a sandstorm, grains whirling fast enough to cut to the bone…
or the endless flood of tears and empathy…

When CRY LIP makes sense, and is more real than anything you’ve said before,
and you float in the dark places, serene and content in the emptiness…
there are words, but THEY-DON’T-FIT.

An ellipse is a device that hints at what we do not see in front of us,
but I’d rather an eclipse to hide the things I’d prefer not to see when the light is
TOO BRIGHT.

To dream the dream of empty rooms with rounded walls and no corners ever
is to paint the picture of the shadows in your mind and hang it high facing the wall
and hope no one remarks on it.

Sometimes, we’re only what we seem to be.

Posted December 2, 2014 by veggiewolf in Depression, Poetry, Storytelling

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