As I sit
Before this computer
Attempting
To type out
This poem.
My mind is
Wandering
All over.
Into areas
I rather not go
As the tears
Threaten to flow.
Is it
A fantasy
To think?
Maybe
One day
I'll be free
Of my lifelong depression?
One
So deep
A cocktail
Of anti-depressants
Had little affect.
Beyond
Triggering massive
Side-effects
In my body.
Worsening
How I view myself
And my self-hatred
To my body.
Never mind
The crying bouts
And the hidden tears
I shed
Behind closed doors.
Would settle
For just one day
Of feeling
What everyone else
Takes for granted.
Equilibrium.
Therisa © 2016
