The freefall: a poem.

Here's a poem I wrote about my day. Beginning to feel a bit better by morning, but undoubtedly feeling  depressed by night

Recovery sure takes its time. And is not linear at all. 

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Medication beginning to feel like hope

Still wrestle myself up from the bed 

But gain 

a small spark of energy, 

a taste of motivation

It feels encouraging 

But then. 

At once I'm tumbling down and down again 

The onslaught screams inside my head

I'm a burden nobody really cares 

if they did it wouldn't be so hard to see it if they did I wouldn't have to search so hard to believe it 

But yet 

I do.

Down, down, here we go

But no, I go alone 

back down the dark hole that's 

become like home

except it's not a home at all

that would be too comfortable 

Depression feels like sharp nails 

Scraping through my skin on the way down-

the free fall. 

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