These emotions are visitors to the vessel that I am, and I love them, and feel them.
You will hide it under euphemisms. You will hide it under bulky sweaters and Miller Lite. You will hide it under poetry.
Depression strives in turning everyone and everything black in its path but those who fight through depression replaces that darkness with a light that touches everyone they come in contact with.
I looked down and tried to look away in hopes that everything I felt wasn’t written across my face. But I knew you knew.
I’m tired of carrying this weight on my shoulders from my past that haunts me.
You can’t kick the Prozac or Zoloft by thinking about how the sun is shining and that Beyonce and Jay-Z worked things out after “Lemonade” and had two beautiful twins.
When you make the choice not to fight the currents of your feelings you allow them to take you where they need to and moving forward becomes a gentler process. Remember always to move at your own pace.
but it is in me,
this bottomless grief,
another organ in my body –
always eager to kill.
The thing about being sad is, it can become comfortable. When you’re happy, there is so much space between the ground and your spot high in the sky with every possibility that you could fall at any moment.
Less sadness. But simultaneously, a little bit more sadness. And turtlenecks.