It feels so heavy right now –
like your bones are cracking
under the weight of your head.
You swore you could get through this –
clutching notebook in shaky hands
saying
“the words will get me through.”

You thought this was going to be easy
but continuing each day,
lifting the fork to mouth,
watching your life
fly south for the winter,
is harder than you ever thought it could be.
But let me tell you that one day you’ll be ok –
sometime soon you will not be able to wait to start your day
and I know how hard it is right now.
I know depression is crushing you into a fine dust,
but I can tell you now that one day
you will feel good again.
One day
flowers will bloom in your head
instead of wilt. Just
please
don’t give up.
The shift is coming soon.