Nov 2011
the ice on the tips of my fingers gets longer
my brain engages
over
and
over
I just can't get it to melt
so i put it in front of the heater
and give up on the choices i make
that effect nothing
my brain engages
over
and
over
I just can't get it to melt
so i put it in front of the heater
and give up on the choices i make
that effect nothing
This poem is actually about my depression. I keep thinking about how I need to just make better choices and think through it all. But I really have to rely on medicine because my physical side (the chemicals) are not in balance and I am honestly unable to function without that in line.
