I can feel the fading as color washes out of me I grow transparent insubstantial my feet no longer make contact with the ground I
Tag: Depression
#tbt Here I Stand (Revisited)
This is an autobiographical fragment from my first year at the University of Pennsylvania’s School of Social Policy and Practice back in 1990. For those who
Clay
There are days And nights Where the only thing Keeping me from Sliding completely into the abyss From becoming a shapeless Nameless blob of ectoplasm
Tears Like Snowflakes Fall (revisited)
crystalline quivering teardrops fall as regularly as snowflakes during harshest winter as diverse as they are infinite ugly, wrenching cries forced to clutch my stomach
December
I put on George Winston’s December album And realize why I chose it It speaks to me Of solitary walks Through snowy woods The silence
#tbt 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
Winter’s Chill
This piece was originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective winter is settling into my bones making itself at home the cold steals silent, stealthy under
I Am the Sorrow
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
Bah, Humbug
This was written in December of 2016, in the middle of an epic bout of depression. As you might imagine, I couldn’t quite get my
