Depth of the Well
Slowly I am lowered to the bottom of the well.
Light from above grows dim.
Darkness envelops me.
I sink deeper, drowning in waters of hopeless dispair.
Robe and slippers- my only comfort.
Personal hygiene- too great a task.
Only the empty shell of me exists.
Gloom and foreboding taunt me.
Mind and soul are weary.
Sleep far too many hours.
Social reclusiveness-my refuge,
my shield from burdening acquaintance.
I am encompassed in lonliness and fear.
Floating alone in dark waters,
I wonder,
will the rope of life be lowered,
will I escape this tangle of paranoia,
and rise again from the depths?
****
Rescued at last by tiny, pill life-rings,
I grab hold...
Suddenly, gray walls shine brightly.
Daylight streams in from above.
I begin to slowly climb out.
At well's edge, I find relief;
Free of torment.
Free from the depths of depression.
Copyright © Tamara Hillman | Year Posted 2005
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