From the bottomless pit of depression, there lies emptiness and yet life still persists. A poem I wrote in collaboration with the Editor of The Clarendon Collective. First published in The Clarendon Collective here.
Photo by Mike Yukhtenko on Unsplash.
There is nothing
Those glazed eyes hold.
No ground for feet.
Her heart dances
To silence.
She breathes. She blinks. She hears.
She speaks.
Into the profound emptiness
Her words drown in the mighty sorrow
Of what might have been
And is, instead.
The pain, too intimate a feeling,
Was never meant to last.
Her strength,
Waned by life’s perpetual strains,
Makes one last effort to be free.
If only to find its feet.
No ground
But still her heart moves
To the silence.
She breathes. She blinks.
She imagines herself free.
Another day, a new beginning
A heart that beats
Without a pulse.
Though trials may come,
And shadows cast,
Still, a vibrancy occupies
this ethereal place.
A livingness in her mind.
Life’s flame, a flicker,
The spark of perpetual
Coming and going.
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