POETRY - What does depression look like?

Heavy Thoughts

Words, like boulders
Laid heavy on my mind
Tried as I might
To lift them
& drop them on the page
I couldn’t
There were too many
Too close together
Forming a mountain of thoughts
Too high
For my spirit to climb
And although I was weak
I began the ascent
and took on the insurmountable task
Of breaking it down
‘till I laid my heavy head down
And the images began to build
bit by bit
like sands through an hourglass
they filled my mind
& when I could not hold
one more thought
my eyelids closed
and I crashed to the bottom
in despair




©Aida Correa 2004