Kristen H.
Jan 09, 2023
This poem is part of the contest:

Neopoem Of The Week January 8th to January 14th 2023 🏆 Winner

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Recurrence

Depression came back in the form of a blanket.
Wrapping me up in it’s warmth.
Suffocating me under it’s weight.

I try to throw the covers off of my face
just to breathe some fresh air,
but it’s too heavy for me to do on my own.

I usually write to ease the pain,
to silence the voices...
But I can’t do it today.

I fight, and I fight
but I’m so tired.

I just need to breathe!

I’m finally able to break free
just enough to reach for my notebook.

Now I’m stuck here writing shit that doesn’t make sense
to anyone but me.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: USA - Georgia, USA

Favorite Poets: Lord Alfred Tennyson

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Comments

Geezer

it happens like that. I just write down a few lines, put it away and try again tomorrow. My last post, "Face Down in the Stream"
was one of those. I knew it had potential and I just kept at it. Today, was the breakthrough day! You can choose to go on with what you have, [it does have potential], or try another piece. The thing that matters is that you keep trying. This isn't bad, just not what you wanted. ~ Geezer.
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K

Thanks for the feedback. I think I want to branch off from this topic and leave this one where it is (for now). I was recently diagnosed with something and I am writing to cope with the ups and downs that I have been experiencing from the medication and whatnot. It's normal to feel sad sometimes but this was so much different than just being sad (and that's not where I want to stay.) If there ever comes a day where I feel the paralyzing weight of depression pressing me to my bed, I'll come back to this poem and work on it some more. In the meantime, I will leave it, simply as potential.

RoseBlack

Our best work comes from just that! Sometimes mine start with a line or two and then explodes into something bigger. I relate to this poem so well. Good job.

K

I am so sorry that you can relate to this. This poem started with one line that I left for months and then out of no where I just finished it as if I hadn't thought about it for many, many weeks. I hope I won't have anything to add to it anytime soon.

Jackweb

Some of my poems takes few days to be written. And I think, taking off for sometime helps the muse to incubate. Poetry is not something to be in hurry to achieve. It requires a cool amiable because it has ethereal connection.
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K

that poetry shouldn't be rushed and it does have an ethereal connection. This poem started with one line, but it took months for the rest to come out. I am sorry that you can relate to this. I wouldn't wish that feeling on anyone. Thank you for the feedback!

lovedly

I was over medicated
and I fell
SICK

I threw all drugs in the well
and now I'm out of the well
drugs are there
I wash my face daily
happy I am
I can't hear
you are a young upcoming poet

I liked your maiden comment
thanks

Candlewitch

I missed this in the stream! excellent work...I can relate to the pain of the struggle! may you find pockets of peace! congratulations on the win.

*hugs, Cat