Do you ever stop to wonder,
as you go about your day,
what if things had been different
or had gone another way?
What if the Sun decided
that it deserved a break,
and instead of shining,
it refused to wake?
What if the happy rainbow
had gone a little pale,
or the grumpy rain cloud
cried tears that never fell?
What if every flower
had burrowed underground,
and every chatty songbird
didn't make a sound?
What if your reflection
couldn't look you in the eye,
and any sound you uttered
just came out as a sigh?
What if no one glanced your way
as you stumbled through the streets,
and no one had a thing to say
when you struggled to speak?
What if everything you knew
had simply gone awry,
and every pleasant hello
was a horrible goodbye?
What if every what if
was a harsh reality
that hasn't happened quite yet,
and was just waiting to be?
This is a quick poem I wrote about depression. I read it to a friend who said it was a little creepy because it starts off whimsical then gets twisted. I'm interested to hear any thoughts or feedback.
Edit: Added final verse.
© Alisandra Gray, 2014.