How are you...
I'm fine I reply,
it's easier than trying
to explain why
the grey sky
is making you
feel like crying inside.
I'm fine, I'm okay.
It's never I'm lonely,
or I'm feeling a bit low today.
Can't seem to let those words swim,
So, we drown them,
let them sink deeper in.
It's like there is a mental block,
around a pad locked door,
marked with a sign saying,
"don't enter, here is where
depressed thoughts are stored."
It's always the same line,
the same refrain.
Everything is tickety boo,
I'm not under a dark cloud
and it isn’t starting to rain.
You let the sounds inside cry instead
and you can't clear
the thoughts in your head,
but I'm okay, I'm fine,
you relay over and over,
necause you know
that these depressive
thoughts will go
and trying to find the right words,
is like trying to find a speck of sugar
on a ground full of snow.
Some days just hearing a voice
raises the mood, if only a little,
it makes the day bearable.
Just hearing someone else speak,
hearing their stories
makes you feel less bleak,
fills the reserves with just enough juice
to know that you will get through,
and that there is someone out there
that cares about you.
Thanks for reading
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