I endure.

high-functioning depression...

Contentment seldom finds me
beneath the snowy jersey sheets
of a sleepy Sunday morning.
My waking hours trudge along,
awaiting a cure for boredom
often found in between the dog-earred pages
of a self-help book I've started several times before.
I can't cope with the stillness,
so I drown myself in voices of friends,
busywork,
my next new hobby.
These blessings are rarely fulfilling.
As I ramble from place to place,
person to person,
I long for sleep- restful sleep-
as my thoughts slip further away
from the earthly plane on which I exist.
I resist. I endure.
But my weary legs can only
carry me so far,
Somehow, as if by divine intervention,
I can accomplish something.
I can work; I can provide; I can earn
and learn on my most formidable days,
but the menial things I cannot touch.
At least not now.
I wonder if my facade is as
transparent as I fear,
if the world will see my weakness
in fighting a battle
I have not yet won.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Poet. Your words honest and true. Life is steady battle to find proper place and happiness.
"I wonder if my facade is as
transparent as I fear,
if the world will see my weakness
in fighting a battle
I have not yet won."
The above lines. All of us must find and never fall backward. Seek some joy and happiness. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Finding contentment in everything and anything that comes our way... but do we find it? I don't think so.. We are fooled time and again by people and most often by false hopes..
This was a sad piece indeed and I felt this deeply..

[E G TEN]

Hello Gabi, this poem gives me warmth on this cold winter nights.You have improved quite beautifully with your words. This may be about depression yet you wrote it with such clarity. Very cool. Thanks EG.