I have travelled
The darkest path
Of one's soul.
Where hope is
A distance shore
Out of reach
To the outstretch hand.
Waking up
And getting dress
Are major achievements
On a daily basis.
Acts
Most people take
For granted.
But
Not for me.
As I sit
Before a library computer
Typing this out.
Struggling against
My fight/flight instinct
To runaway
From here.
To the safety
Of my apartment
With Venus Squeak
And Star.
By surrendering
To that act
Am giving
My anxiety and depression
Another victory
Over my soul.
Forever
Keeping me
A hostage
To the mental illnesses
I live with
On a daily basis.
So I ask you
Not to make this
A mountain
Out of a mole hole.
Rather
Sit by me
And say
"Good job Therisa".
Nothing more.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: Since last November (2016), I have been struggling with my chronic depression, which has refused to leave me, in March. Turning my fall/winter bout of depression, into a 9 month ordeal for me. Over the past weekend, I have started another prose project, which for me, is a huge step forward. Not sure where it will take me, but anywhere is better that staring at a blank screen, like a zombie.
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