It rushes towards me in waves,
that ocean of melancholy before me…
tempting, inviting, menacing, threatening.
At times I am tempted to allow myself to be taken in.
Overwhelmed; swallowed in the sea of sorrow it offers.
Strange comfort…
it promises a feeling of belonging, a sense of understanding.
This sadness knows me, doesn’t judge me, sees me for who I really am.
Like an old friend whom I secretly hate, but can not remove completely from my life.
I’ve been down this road before.
Standing in front of this ocean of sadness.
Watching the waves crash onto the shore…
I have a decision to make.
I always have a decision.
I can allow myself to be swept away, carried out to sea…
Enveloped in the warm embrace of a thousand tears…
the saltiness lifting me, carrying me farther and farther away…
Or I can walk away,
leaving the waves crashing onto the sand…
moving onward, forward,
with my back to the dull ache of grief,
not looking back…
photo: weheartit.com
This your work Jenn?
Yup, my little poem that was running through my head last night.
Wonderful work on so many levels, Jenn.
Your words are gorgeous. Haunting. But gorgeous. And the photo is a perfect, too!
I find writing my best therapy..especially when my thoughts are depressing. Often times I feel as you have written…powerful thoughts.
Very well done with a tough emotionn. Poetry requires such precise word choices, and you did just that.
Great piece, you capture some of the feelings and sensations that accompany depression very nicely. Beautiful.
I like this “This sadness knows me, doesn’t judge me, sees me for who I really am.”
Depression is my “monster” I liked this very much! I came by way of RDC!