Sore knees and an aching back From a day of laying in bed Dark clothes covered in hair From a certain feline friend
Warm eyes and soft smiles Traded with myself Flipping damaged pages Of old books off a shelf
Writing crooked poetry Reading upside down Battling the depressing things Is easier with stories around
I know that the rhymes in this poem are juvenile, but I've honestly had a pretty great day. There is absolutely nothing like reading a good book to combat a depressive episode.