I’m at the edge of a precipice.
Holding on to barely a ledge, I’m trying to survive.
You’re holding me from above, pulling me up,
but I know what I have to face.
I look into your eyes, and you understand.
You don’t like it, but you agree.
I’m now free falling into the dark depths,
and fall hard.
I take a deep breath, and begin climbing again.
I think this is what depression is to some of us.
This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, by Parvathi and Me.
You knock hard on my door.
I refuse to acknowledge you
because I’m afraid that
if i do, you’ll take up all my time
and leave none for
my near and dear ones.
You go away,
sadness written all over you
and with a hint of
PLEASE COME BACK TO ME.
I am on my knees,
desperate for you,
but you show up
like a big black dog.
After a long time, I wrote something about myself, and what’s currently happening, unlike the others, where it was all wishful thinking.
The saying goes,
“You reap what you sow,”
why do I reap disappointment when
all I’ve done is my best?
Why do I reap depression when
I’ve made others happy?
Why do I reap more struggle just when I’ve helped
myself out of dark, thorny forests?
why do I reap cold stares, dripping with hatred,
when all I’ve done is love?
You should check my friend at Queen Talks. Her response to this prompt is hilarious! You’ll love it!