some days I do not just feel sorrow some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky that threatens spitting snow I am
Tag: Depression
Make Me Visible
worn thin transparent I am a ghost of the woman I used to be living in shadow haunting the night lost in the past lost
All That is Left
aching sadness feels like drifting like falling like tumbling iridescent tear drops well up phantom pain for other hearts I used to hold afloat ©
Brilliant Madness
I live in a state of brilliant madness teetering on the apex of a craggy mountain balanced atop a skateboard precarious least shift of weight
Asking for a Friend
I heard Annabel Jones’ Asking for a Friend and a couple of the lyrics really got under my skin. They inspired the piece below. I
From Night to Morning (Antologie)
notes on the piano haunting half steps like spring rain on my heart gentle at first soothing becomes a melody of blue melancholy penetrates deeply erodes defenses
Black Widow
donned my badass black dress today mourning colors for a softer kinder woman I think I used to be she’s fading away curves lost to
Why?
In Honor of World Suicide Prevention Day You ask why as if there is some answer that could satisfy us that would make us nod
