I feel you there
Behind my eyes
Like a weight pressing
Into play-dough.
Have you seen that before?
The way it’s flattened and
Then, all at once,
Crushed into a wake.
Like the ocean
During the big bang
Cresting, bursting, forming
Learning to be for the first time.
Except it’s groundhog’s day,
And when I wake up tomorrow
The ocean, like you,
Will have forgotten its shape.
Kali, depression has become so wide spread, those who don't live with mental health issues could really use this as a reading tool. Living with mental illness myself hasn't been easy, in fact I simply navigate with it. I appreciate what you wrote. Thank you.
@Kali This is one reason we love and cherish poetry. Depression is rampant in our generation and many times affects us more than we may comprehend. But - it feels a bit better when you find poems such as this to remind you that you're not alone.
The poem is elusive and calm, yet it is hard to determine if there is ever any emotional contentment received by the figurative oceanic rhapsody the character undergoes described in the poem once we reach the end.