This depression
Is as though a dark mist that surrounds me
Forever following
Changing from mist, to fog, to solid mass
Holding me fast
As I sink deeper into the depths of the sea
Then changing, becoming lighter
Lifting me to safety
A tease of false hope
True enough to be honest but
False enough to be short lived
Joy is the streaming of sunlight reaching into the depths
As I gaze up at the barrier between suffocation and survival
As my brain shuts down the delivery of blood and oxygen
to the less necessary limbs, my body becomes heavier and surrenders as my heart and lungs struggle to survive in a hopeless situation
Contradictory survival
Flawed
To have my fingers grasp onto safety
A thread of sunshine, of life,
To warm and inspire life into my bones
To fight