WHY?

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About a woman fighting a bout of depression...

Submitted: February 18, 2018

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“Why?”

 

She lay on

her couch

splitting her

view

between a

dying fire

that is in

the far

corner

of her living

room

with one of

the very dreary

day

creeping along

outside her

window,

she has no

motivation

her day off

wasting it’s self

away

as she

struggles

to get

comfortable

on her little

island

in the center

of the room

surrounded by

a sea of

depression,

she went out

last night

with friends

had a few

moments

of real fun

that constant

pressure

that always

seems

to be pressing

against her

clouding her

head

making her

body

feel weak

even after a

full night’s

sleep

it dissipated

for a while

as her friends

and the night

freed her

mind

pushing away

the clouds

long enough

to string together

small blocks of

liberated time

enough of them

to call

last night

a success

but there

were

valleys of

quietness

where she

dropped

out of the

stream of

conversion

and fell silent

nobody really

noticing

as she hide

in their

laughter

but now

the rain has

flipped a

switch

left her feeling

alone

on her boat

made of cushions

trying to press

back

once more

against the

waves of

despair

that are

crashing

over her,

today

should have

been

a good day

and if you

ask her

she wouldn’t

be able to

tell you

why it wasn’t,

she pulls a

pillow

over her face

giving up the

fight

to move past

the depression

today,

trying now

just to hide

from the pain

it brings on

her

nothing bruised

or broken

on her outside

but her

inner self

is so scarred

and beaten

it sits

curled up

in a ball

looking up at

her

for help,

she shakes

her

head sadly

back at the

ball

of confused

emotions

mouthing

to it

the words

“I’m sorry”

unable to help

herself

not knowing

how

to understand

and dissect

everything

curled up

inside her,

she peeks

out

from underneath

the pillow

the fire

has gone

dead

the rain

still falling

outside

there will be

no sun

in her life

today

as she keeps

asking herself

the same

question

over

and over

again

“Why couldn’t

today,

have been

a good

day”…

 

Tom Allen…02-17-2018…

 

 

 

 


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