Mortar crust upon my skin
from building walls too thin
to provide myself a sanctuary
where I can deny those who care for me.
I cannot resist my need to hide
So I lurk and recoil inside;
I clumsily regress into a crawl
as my tears remember how to fall.
This morning I was struck by the cold darkness of winter, and with the change in season comes the plummet back to S.A.D. Depression is so much harder to fight when you're surrounded by darkness that mirrors your heart. Welcome to winter.