a poem exploring childhood depression. |
Somewhere between lonely and being smothered feeling so claustrophobic in warm comfortable covers invisible from the world kept safe by your bed but she cant help from the storm that's in your head have no idea what I want or what I need just know I'm unsatisfied finding the source of this despair is like trying to find a needle in a haystack but I'm already there if you find yourself in that barn just look to your right you will see a crumpled girl in the hay completely unbearable to be around so don’t try sometimes the best thing you can do is let her cry then wipe away the tears with a clump of straw you cant be sure tho that its her that you saw because that barn is jammed pack with kids scared to move in case they crack so they rock back and forth completely unaware that anyone else is there and when they accidentally touch elbows they instinctively assume that its a prod to get their act together they forget why they entered the barn in the first place to escape the weather. and if just one would lift up their head they would see that now instead the sky is blue so theres need for them to be too but no one moves they all just keep rocking back and forth stuck in a rut a death valley of some sort. I have been there some days chocked back tears with hay but some have been there for years surrounded by allies and at night occasionally firefly but they cant notice wouldn’t recognise themselves even by reading this because these children don’t live in a barn they are being held in mothers arms eating school lunches with their friends but unlike them they wish more than just the day would come to an end. |