You'll be fighting your monsters
til you're six feet in your grave.
I know you, you're strong
still it's hard not to cave.
Sometimes in summer
it's easy to forget
that the war is still going
when the battle resets.
Inside, in the dark,
where the flowers can't reach
They see it's their time
to attach and leech.
Lay low, wait til morning
and remember you're loved
when fuzzy little monsters
Return with boxing gloves.
After a few beautiful months of successful depression management, I found myself in a hole one night with no triggers. I felt lonely, helpless, and impatient to get better. I felt disappointed by how suddenly I got back to a bad spot after years of nonstop work. I knew I was going to be okay, but I needed a distraction to get through the night. I decided to visualize my depression as a physical being that was separate from me. I started cheering up as I was writing, so the being became less and less threatening. By the end I had myself laughing by picturing this tiny sesame street looking monster wearing boxing gloves. I'm proud of my little pep talk. I hope someone else finds joy or humor in it as well.
