If my heart is black,
And my soul is lost.
I, having lost track
Of the hours it has cost.
Can I be free?
The bite of the wind is chilling,
Yet it does not reach my core.
But I stand there, unwilling.
Facing what it has in store.
Can I be free?
The ground sinks,
With one foot in front
It's as though the other shrinks.
Can I be free?
I wish to collapse,
My energy is spent,
Healing the breaks and cracks
With mortar, brick and cement.
Can I be free?
The chains are unshackled,
But no less heavy.
Can I be free?
Bruises and marks appear.
They come as no surprise,
I do not face them with fear,
Nor with weeps and cries.
Can I be free?
This is all unknown,
I am burdened by my mind.
This path is mine alone,
To discover, to unwind.
Am I free?
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
If my heart is black,
And my soul is lost.
I, having lost track
Of the hours it has cost.
Can I be free?
The bite of the wind is chilling,
Yet it does not reach my core.
But I stand there, unwilling.
Facing what it has in store.
Can I be free?
The ground sinks,
With one foot in front
It's as though the other shrinks.
Can I be free?
I wish to collapse,
My energy is spent,
Healing the breaks and cracks
With mortar, brick and cement.
Can I be free?
The chains are unshackled,
But no less heavy.
Can I be free?
Bruises and marks appear.
They come as no surprise,
I do not face them with fear,
Nor with weeps and cries.
Can I be free?
This is all unknown,
I am burdened by my mind.
This path is mine alone,
To discover, to unwind.
Am I free?
It's effort to heal from depression. Today it just hit home how hard I'm pushing myself. Emotions are fickle. It's hard not to fall into that black hole. I can only keep trying. One day I'll be free
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