depression
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Today, depression feels like Nobody can save me, Only I can save myself, And I can’t save myself. Read more
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I’m afraid these are the best that I can do, unpublished, they aren’t good enough, so I can never claim to be a poet. Not true, but shared feeling among many poets. Read more
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he left on tiptoe feetcame with noise of laughing friend-voices, bursts of orange-red-yellowsunlight, slap-cracking screen doorsleft once, returned and left andcame back again,muffled in velvet Paisleylike soft confusion,he went.try to tell him, just try,it’s not the leaving that hurts,it’s the continual return,coming back and being had,of sand once white now strewn withentwined arms and legs Read more
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Everything is fine, I say, except I feel it coming on while reassuring others, there’s nothing going on, I pace about and draw the drapes, and say there’s nothing I can do, except to wait. It slithers in, just like a snake, encircling, hissing condemnations, regurgitating memories, taunting me about myself, as if it wasn’t Read more
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That first morning I awokeafter that first night I’d left and sleptaloneI thought your body was stillbesideme, I’d slept so deeply myright armwas dead weight that had takenyour place.Not quite fifty years later, it’s still here, a morecompatible other,resting by my side. Read more
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Ocean’s edge toe deep wading along in shallow water. On the widow’s walk from the attic a madwoman breaches, slamming doors smashing windows with a fist of bleeding hearts. By the sea, I’m lying in the water facing toward the sky. 1970’s Read more
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I thought my soul had died, and become a small black stone, piercing my heart. I decided to dig it up to examine it, even though I feared I might bleed to death. Stumbling through dark caverns I found my soul wasn’t dead only shattered. As I searched for missing pieces, splintered fractured fairy tales Read more
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In the dream I am a small child flowering in dresses and gleaming patent leather shoes. Love is the game played in and out of water, he’s teaching me to swim, as I wade in, he flies away, She sings of missing him while putting me to sleep, I lie face down on a blanket Read more
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Together we do the earthy work of laying down our living dead. it’s difficult enough to release our embrace from the ones we must let go, those who’ve slipped away expected or by surprise, leaving just their memories with our cries. but to unearth those whose bodies are still warm, their spirits tightly locked inside Read more
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Life’s so pale these days, the minister of silence is singing me to sleep. There was a day when he wheeled us down the roads like a god. Why is he singing me to sleep now with words I cannot hear, quietly humming until I yawn and disappear. I am not the one who’s dead, Read more
Words from Inside My Head 