time is slipping away from me minutes hours lost not complete blanks but blurs periods of fuzzy memory gaps that I can’t quite fill my
Tag: Depression
Please, Baby Please
I have never written about the nights I lay awake watching time crawl across the shadowed ceiling wondering what I might find with morning’s light
Missed Subway Stop
My mastery over language slipping away unmoored disconnected lost in a sea of strangers left only with troubled half-formed thoughts aching heart weary soul © 2017 Christine
The Shaping of Clay
there are days there are nights when the only thing keeping me from sliding completely into the abyss from dissolving into something shapeless nameless is
Sweet, sweet madness
I splintered today like a sheet of spun sugar smooth, glossy, transparent my reality punctured by sharp candy as it shattered on my lips sweet to
She’s Come Undone
unraveling frayed threads at the edge of a sleeve cuff that I cannot stop worrying I am coming undone nuts and bolts release themselves with
Eclipse
Inspired by John W. Leys heartbreakingly beautiful poem The Last Secret. It is so important that we continue to speak truth about depression. my soul
Sundowning
my days have become hourglass-shaped I rise early morning hours sit in front of my screen in quiet stillness feel alone in the world reflective internal
Painting
blue blue is the color of my sorrow not robin’s egg blue too bright too cheery not navy blue too flat too traditional i picture
