Circling Around The Rim

im back

Rose sprouting,
Through the cracks.
Hidden rainbow,
Forming in the cloudy sky.
Internal happiness masked,
By the notion of wanting to die.
With depression being the sole puppeteer,
Of so many years of my life
My ongoing mental suffering,
It really should be no surprise.
Rereading my battle script,
One questions how this long,
I have survived.
The taste of blood,
Permeates throughout my mouth,
As the jagged blade,
Hits my caramel skin.
Gazing into the future,
I pray that depression,
Isn't all my body carries within.
To this day i'm still fighting,
But the war that no one else sees,
It is the war I have yet to win.
Eventually I'll score the shot,
But for now it seems the basketball,
Representing my inner peace,
Is still circling around the rim.

Author's Note

what do you think?

Reviews

[Elaine]

Such a raw and insightful look at depression - so relatable and real with a title that drew me in. Your line "I pray that depression isn't all my body carries within" hit a sad chord and I can venture to guess that you carry some amazingly rich pieces that lay hidden, only peeking out at times because depression spreads its gray so vastly within it becomes hard to see. I hope that you can because you are an amazing writer!

[Anaya]

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Writing these are like my secret outlet to the word.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

It describes aptly the struggles with such a pernicious disease of the mind. I deal with it as well and have for most of my life. It really is an illness that is hidden from the world. And it is a constant battle of self. I have found writing helps me somewhat. It is not in any way a cure all, but for me personally has helped a bit in my manic times. It is such a profound emptiness inside filled with a pained anxiety of loss. That just never seems to go away. Thank you Anaya for opening up and sharing this with us. CLE