Dead Alive

Thoughts tangled,

feelings suffocate from within.

The only way to relieve myself

is to let them out.

Let them flow as freely

as the wind through the leaves,

rustling gently in the trees.

May the weightless air carry with them

the colours which I feel, 

like the green leaf of summer 

turning orange in the autumn

and once fulfilled with life

able to let go, 

effortlessly

falling so elegantly 

to the ground where it once began

ready to start again anew,

to gather its new life;

renewed inspiration 

from the surrounding world.

Thoughts, 

feelings,

colours

emotions.

At last, I see

that at the basis of depression, is self inflicted repression.

'Where does this fear come from?'

I ask myself,

as if I already know the answer.

'It’s you', came the reply. 

'and only you -

you must know what to do, by now'.

But I feel lost and alone

- and I need to make a living in this world.

Of what value is earning a living;

when the very living which is made, 

is keeping the dead one inside

alive?

Reviews

[Edie Blue Starfish]

Despairingly beautiful writing

[Laura Kate]

Thank you Edie! Best wishes,
Laura

[LitStar]

this is amazingly passionate. great job with it

[Laura Kate]

Thank you LitStar! Much appreciated :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, fear comes from within us...we create it...and only we can beat it and just allow life to take its course...the leaves will turn in autumn...our lives will have their autumn and then in winter we will be gone...it's just the way of things...and acceptance allows us to beat the fear...and just make the best of the seasons of our lives.
j.

[Laura Kate]

I absolutely agree, thank you for relating so nicely to lines in the poem! Isn't it true that we all seem to be aware of this fact, so what is it that keeps us from letting go and accepting? Funny thing, human nature.
Best wishes Jacob,
Laura