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.