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Owned
Depression is a word you claim to own
Syllable by syllable you form your lips around it
Depression is a word you claim to need
Letter by letter it takes you away from the present
You can spell that word forwards and backwards,
Sideways and upside down on most days
You can spell the “d” word without flinching
Stripping depression down to its core
“An unwarranted and prolonged condition of emotional dejection,”
One definition of your state of mind
An unwarranted and prolonged repression of admission
The decision to delineate your condition with one word
Depression, like the puppy you wanted as a child
Or a blanket that keeps you warm and comforts you through the storm
Depression, like the puppy that’s become a large dog with rabies
Or the two faced friend that smiles in your face and laughs behind your back
At first your heart ached to be free, but depression held it hostage
Captivity fostered the Stockholm syndrome you deny
At first your heart remained a necessity then it soon became an accessory
The word you claim to own has made a victim of you.
Depression is a word you claim to own
Syllable by syllable you form your lips around it
Depression is a word you claim to need
Letter by letter it takes you away from the present
You can spell that word forwards and backwards,
Sideways and upside down on most days
You can spell the “d” word without flinching
Stripping depression down to its core
“An unwarranted and prolonged condition of emotional dejection,”
One definition of your state of mind
An unwarranted and prolonged repression of admission
The decision to delineate your condition with one word
Depression, like the puppy you wanted as a child
Or a blanket that keeps you warm and comforts you through the storm
Depression, like the puppy that’s become a large dog with rabies
Or the two faced friend that smiles in your face and laughs behind your back
At first your heart ached to be free, but depression held it hostage
Captivity fostered the Stockholm syndrome you deny
At first your heart remained a necessity then it soon became an accessory
The word you claim to own has made a victim of you.
After Summer
Not worth living
That’s how it feels,
Like if it doesn’t bleed, it can’t be real.
Sentenced to blow away in the wind
While future replacements lie in wait.
How come old leaves have to go away
Just so new ones can take their place?
I used to think I could stay in this spot forever
But I’m being pushed towards the door
And pulled outside by a dream of something more.
Like the leaves, I can no longer remain stationary,
It’s time to glide through the air and try to fly.
A new journey ushered in by the return of fall,
The transition to winter has begun.
Not worth living
That’s how it feels,
Like if it doesn’t bleed, it can’t be real.
Sentenced to blow away in the wind
While future replacements lie in wait.
How come old leaves have to go away
Just so new ones can take their place?
I used to think I could stay in this spot forever
But I’m being pushed towards the door
And pulled outside by a dream of something more.
Like the leaves, I can no longer remain stationary,
It’s time to glide through the air and try to fly.
A new journey ushered in by the return of fall,
The transition to winter has begun.
Between the Sun and the Moon
I wake up this morning with the sun burning my face
White comforter, wrapped around me snugly, not warm enough to take your place
Staring at the sun hoping to be blessed with visions of you and memories of us
Soon I’m losing myself beneath the covers
Wishing I was losing you instead.
Acid falling on my pillow, brushing my cheeks and burning my nose
My eyes hang pictures of you smiling in the shadows
While my hands sculpt your image and mold it to my heart
Rays of sunlight darkening what once was bright
I paint your image on the wall, hoping to see it again in the moonlight.
I wake up this morning with the sun burning my face
White comforter, wrapped around me snugly, not warm enough to take your place
Staring at the sun hoping to be blessed with visions of you and memories of us
Soon I’m losing myself beneath the covers
Wishing I was losing you instead.
Acid falling on my pillow, brushing my cheeks and burning my nose
My eyes hang pictures of you smiling in the shadows
While my hands sculpt your image and mold it to my heart
Rays of sunlight darkening what once was bright
I paint your image on the wall, hoping to see it again in the moonlight.