Ocean

My battle with depression

image: Redd Walitzki

 

Ocean

Melancholy is a presence that bathes me in an onslaught of chilling waves

Each wave contains a subtle yet daunting number of sand granules "

So tiny they soak into my pores

With each overwhelming rush of irritating current, I surface

Gasping for breath

And my person feels weighted

So heavy with sand I become

That when I am finally washed to shore, I cannot move

I cannot breath

I cannot see past the wet, compacted beach that dominates my perspectives

I cough up seashells and crabs and other miscellaneous crustaceans

My windpipes are clear and I can breathe - however shallow

Breath may keep me alive, but the sand has made itself

Apart of me

My arms wobble in weakness

My legs press onwards

Like running through sludge

I collapse under the challenge

Cold, wet sand kisses and caresses my cheek and knots itself in my hair

I lie to rest for just a moment

Standing up again: just a thought melting into a dream

To rest here

To let the lapping foam at my toes suck me to sea and dispose of me into invisibility

And bones

Is all the more tempting with every passion second.

It’s so easy " to allow my breathing to fade

Fade entirely from existence

Mayhap, I will be swept away from these sands to resurface

On the beaches of a warmer place…

Reviews

[Jacquelene Vanessa More..]

"Cold, wet sand kisses and caresses my cheek and knots itself in my hair
I lie to rest for just a moment
Standing up again: just a thought melting into a dream"

Your use of imagery is so piercing that I feel like Im there with you. I'm saving this because this is so accurate the way your soul, body and mind just become lifeless while you are depressed. I will read this when I feel alone. Thank you for bringing me comfort. You are very talented and I'm honored to be reading your works

[R. L. Hill]

Oh wow. Thank you for such a compliment!

[Lourisa]

A true, honest portrayal of a devastating illness:
"I cannot see past the wet, compacted beach that dominates my perspectives"
I like the imagery you used throughout the poem. Thanks.

[R. L. Hill]

Thank you for enjoying. I knew no better way to describe how it feels to be weighed down by depression.