Depression From Within- the Elephant

There is an elephant on my chest. He is sitting square in the middle. I can feel my heart beating against my ribcage, Trying to resist the weight. But it cannot win. A million supportive voices tell me to shift him. But there he is still. It is easier to leave him there, To have my vision obscured by his thick grey hide. A vast wall of wrinkles in which are etched every secret self doubt. My own ability to fail stares me in the face and I cannot see past it.