“I can’t date this person because he is depressed and I can’t do anything about it.” -anonymous
Did you feel never when I kissed you? Was your heart hushed when you kissed me back? Distance grew when you found a hole in yourself. And you told me to fill it. But my heart is only a spark for you, I know I can feel it in you, wrapping comfort like a cocoon when we spoon. But you need a fire to be free. And I’m not a cure for your shaky sunset.
Here, I’m outside the compound. I can feel monsters on your edge: small as your days and large as your heart. But, I can’t push a storm with a sword. Here I am; I’m on the side, watching trains go past . Wishing they would stop to let me on.
This is when you come close. This is when you kiss like a dying star- A tumbling ball of ash down every galactic throat around. Choking me with no emotion to grasp warmly. Because you left hot temperature behind, hoping someone like me could pick up the scraps.
But I’m here. Here, when you want to feel me, Here, when you’re ready to feel you.
“A poem to cheer up a young woman who normally has great self-confidence but is currently finding it hard to smile. She is stuck at home, alone except for her dog. She has no motivation at this moment, and all she wants is her loving boyfriend at her side but he can’t be there right now. And despite being sick and sad, later she must leave to go do her job (and she knows it’s gonna be a long night). I just wanna feel better. Thank you. I promise I’m normally not this depressing or contain this much self pity. I was happier earlier but already this day has begun to wear me down.”
Stale shackles of loneliness. Layers of unbending boredom, like a tender noose that itches and clamps on the heart’s neck.
But listen, all collars can dissolve, dissipating into happy heart-beats. It takes courage to trudge on, when the weather chokes every step.
The trick is to find a war, some silly strife to grab. Make war with a mop, or book. Find the most reliable weapons, to combat this dungeon of boredom.
Fill every hole in your step, with a bounce of joy from jelly -made from your own hands. Live with a relishing thirst, and you will never go thirsty.