Depression Is Winter
Cold temperatures, lethargy,
Snow that blankets everything.
Only deeper as the season continues,
Barricading in the safety of isolation.
Excavating the emotional avalanche
Like brushing feet of snow off the windshield
Chipping away at ice, the shell of protection,
Potholes deeper, cracking souls.
Patches of asphalt fill holes.
If unattended, needs repaving.
Ice on the roads, navigating life a challenge.
A simple action, that once was natural as breathing,
Forces relinquishing of control.
Possibility of crashing, ever-present worry.
Winter always ends, returns, a never-ending cycle.
Another round of slow, cold destruction.
Some worse than others.
Seasons come and go, winter never far away.