January 12, 2020

Another Note

and on another note …

depression seems to fit me

like a cloak of invisibility

sometimes

it’s unseen by me, even

as it skirts the edges of life

looking for a doorway

those are my good days

the sun shines more brightly

I can remember I have hope

other times

it’s unseen by others, even

as despair tries to smother me

under its invisible mantle

it absolutely astounds me

how often I can tell them

yet no one seems to know