I spill through you, in the echoes of interstellar space
Yearning for a dream unbroken, a dream adamantine in
The presence of our murderous hesitations. Will we ever
Be more than defeat? I remind you of the absences, of
The silences that precede war and in this world I have
Never hated anyone more than myself, unforgivable
These hands that do not reach when gripped in uncertain
Prayer, disheartened this necessitous mouth that shrugs
On inquiry, language soluble in saliva. I have failed you,
Myself mostly, when did therapy go from aphrodisiac
To anesthesia? When did Depression become the focus,
The destination to which we are unwittingly conveyed?
*
I watch as you divide hope, discarding the amphetamines
Valium over tea, lets be calm and simple, let’s not struggle
Or fight, let the constellations purr fluorescent blue, forget
The sun with its howling perversions. My blood seethes, I
Have a poet’s proclivities for extremes, for rusty red anarchy
But my mind, she sleeps, falls through the crevices of a life
Carved out by instincts. I am too superstitious, too defensive
To believe in any logic that a fiend would conceive. I am not
Hominal despite the application of crushing grievances, I wear
Your skin, my own crystallized with prenatal violence, came to
Feel nothing. I wear your smile freshly pressed against my own
And your vitriolic tears, ink, for a soul incomprehensible
You who have taught me compassion would now bid us sleep
*
The greatest tragedy of all is believing that balance is ever
Achieved, there is nothing passive about contentment, it
Comes from labor, if we never move, will we as stone
Erode? Will our oppressed organs weep? Have we not to find
Just the right amount of uncomfortable in order that we should
Wake? Isn’t that what you taught me when I ceased animation?
I don’t want to belong to the machinations of a convention made
Ego-structure. Let us survive with our honest hands in motion inside
A reality that we as individuals can singularly perceive
*
I have suffered from Depression most if not all of my life, the same goes for my husband, family, and a good percentage of the people that I know. For a long time I coudn’t tell a Depressed thought/rationalization from the truth, those dark thoughts became reality and I was extremely insecure, paranoid, delusional but I am getting better about not imposing my skewed thoughts and emotions onto others (still Depressed though). Right now my husband is struggling with this he hates himself so much it is inconceivable to him that I (or anyone) could love him. As you know Depression causes people to bury themselves, it is a slow aggravated suicide. Right now everything is so much about survival, day to day, learning how to balance actively. We are scared to hurt each other so sometimes we clam up. I think of myself as a tiefling at least metaphorically haha.
http://www.mimir.net/psmush/tiefling.shtml
I wrote this in response to ClownPonder’s challenge
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