Depression Stings

What is that swirling around me?

Angry thoughts are like angry wasps

Defending the territory of my brain

From anything positive and good

They sting again and again

With self-talk, doubt and derision

My head swells from all the pain

And I sink further into depression

Down into the well I sink and flounder

Trying to grasp the rope of hope

But I’m wet and heavy with sadness

Pulling me down and weighing me

I don’t want to let go, I want to live

Just needing help with this lifeline

So I can scramble out and dry out

With a summer breeze playing

On the lines of my wrinkled face


© 2017 Valerie Hathaway


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