They say loneliness is a dark place
Like a cave or a pit, shut eyes bring an endless night
without stars to map the shifting heavens.
I search for movement, evidence of time passing
Proving there is a beginning, a place this was born
And a promise of an end whether with answers or not.
What is this place? This feeling?
Emotions are colorblind when there is no mirror
Happy or sad are the same when shrouded in mist.
Reach out with a finger, an arm, or a word
Ask for acknowledgment from the emptiness?
Nothing will answer, not even my echo.
I fight to find an opening to this weariness
And expose the raw origins of my depression
To give me the invisible sword to slay my dragons.
Until then, comfort is a fetal self hug and tears,
Although primal and vulnerable, it is me,
And someday I will stand again and face the sun.
Written for (and published on) This is Me!: Mental Health Representation Project by Serene Life Counsulting. Read more from other writers by clicking below.