Depression · Mental Health · Spirituality

Episode | Poems that Suck

Time crawls during an episode,
 the days and nights extending
  before you; a vanishing horizon. 

You begin to take notice of little
 things; the exact rhythm of your heart,
  the way a water droplet holds light.

But mostly I sit in the stillness
 of apathy, stagnate as everything around
  me grows and changes while I molder. 

It's happened enough times for me
 to know that it's all a matter of time
  before it passes. 

So I sit, and smoke, and drink
  black coffee and wait until 
   the light returns. 
Depression · Free Verse · Mental Health

Brittle | Poems that Suck

You were frail in body while I
 was delicate in mind, yet we curled
  around and underneath each other trying
   to provide comfort to one another - because
                                       that's
                                       what
                                       empaths
                                       do.

You held me as I fell to pieces
 in your hands, mind ridden and soul
  overflowing with trauma, pain and anxiety.
   You held on until I stopped crumbling - not
                                           healed,
                                           but
                                           stable, 
                                           enough.

Then I held you, in your emaciated
 brittleness, all edges and angles, as
  you allowed yourself the space to dissolve
   in my hands, slipping through my fingers - like
                                              water
                                              down
                                              a
                                              drain.

Somehow we held each other up, 
 held each other together, just barely. 
  Maybe that's what two people do for
   one another; the simple kindness of - offering
                                         safety,
                                         compassion, 
                                           and
                                         companionship
                                               as we try to
                                                  weather our way
                                                     through the shitstorm.