Sometimes, It’s All This

Courtesy: Pixabay

Courtesy: Pixabay

it’s running to exhaustion and running again,
and all the while,
you’d give anything for a closet and a closed door.

it’s kneeling on thorns before a fast storm,
parting your skin,
a desperate gamble to remind you you’re alive.

it’s a rabbit hole tumble to the land of nowhere,
shadows and whispers,
tears at dawn flowing to an empty night.

D isn’t for Dreams, but Depression’s reassuring lies,
told in the quiet,
told after those who didn’t understand have gone…

©November 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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