A Day With Depression
I woke up next to doubt,
Covered by a weighted
Blanket of my fear.
I snoozed my alarm,
As if eight more minutes
Would be enough sleep
To quench depression’s thirst.
I got dressed with doubt,
Clothed by fabric
Full of my fear.
I made up my face,
As if creams and powders
Would be enough
To disguise depression.
I worked alongside doubt,
Outfitted in a uniform
Embellished by my fear.
I did my best work,
As if completing all my tasks
Would be enough
To reverse depression.
I came home to doubt,
And changed into a set
Of my more comfortable fears.
I cried in bed
As if I hadn’t just
Done enough to
Survive a day with depression.
