I was researching what Depression is called in other languages and for some odd reason, the Spanish, which is ‘depresión’, sounds so soulful and sympathetic. Like a warming oil massage or that sigh when the sun curtsey’s deep into the horizon.
But for me, it feels like this.
Depresión
Trapped beneath the weight of waves
not glass blue
or sea grass
but a grey, gulping mass
of hurt and sulphur.
Ten tonnes of misery redux
champing at bits of me
taking pleasure in
the cracks & fissures
of my clear, night sky.
Relentless bickering sod.
I would turn up the music
and let rum soaked
jigs pour quiet on the cold
of your curse. Breathing
helium air, heavy like
new mourning.
Five days feels like five
thousand in this locust
storm. Past hurts snicker
from the sand, the
peace of night is ruptured
by inconsiderate grief.
I stand at the Hauptbahnhof
waiting for a fast train to
somewhere else. Nothing
fancy, just straight roads
and an orange blossom
dawn with promise.
March 22, 2016 at 11:06 am
You have explained the horrible experience that is depression in just a few beautiful words. Exquisite
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March 22, 2016 at 11:28 am
That means so much coming from you. x
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May 20, 2016 at 1:20 pm
So much in so few words… beautifully written, and SO relatable. Thank you for sharing.
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May 20, 2016 at 1:35 pm
Thank you so much. Means the world when other people who have mental illness can relate. We are a complex *band of siblings* 🙂
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July 24, 2016 at 3:03 pm
beautifully crafted & moving 10/10
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