I hate depression
how it surrounds and suffocates
I can be gentle with it
in everybody
except one
That one make me angry
protective and hostile
like it is a personal attack
I want to defend that one
rip the depression out
stomp on it
discard it
end it
I know very well that is not how it works
How to resolve anger
at something so insubstantial?
How to be gentle, even with this?
oysters
as they rest in their beds
do a little something
to make it alright in their heads
the tiny princess and the pea irritations
covered slowly
in pearl to ease the sensation
engulfing softly the breath
warmed with heart’s heat
fire boiling oceans
beneath calm seas
unspeakable lurkers within deep realms
making known dreams
popping bubbles in crimson skies
day by day
change
hour by hour
same
week by week
strained
minute by minute
contained
month by month
maintain
second by second
tamed
A Vixen at Gloaming 