Everything Leads To This

Everything always leads back to this
Sitting on the floor searching for the words
But everything is empty
Empty thoughts, empty hopes, empty heart
Wondering how you got here
But there was no path
There was no trigger
Just sudden nothingness
You wonder how long this time
A couple hours, days, weeks, months?
And that's what makes it the worst
Not knowing when you'll feel again
And just when it becomes unbearable you wake up
And today you feel
You get out of bed and have breakfast
You have the energy to clean your room 
You reach out to people
Things are finally looking up
It's been weeks of feeling alive again
And for a moment you think maybe it's permanent 
And for a moment you feel weightless
But then it happens
You wake up feeling empty
All the relief and happiness is gone
And the dreadful realization sets in
That this will be your constant cycle
Because everything always leads back to this
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Bis Avatar
September 4, 2018 at 2:51 PM
It's your life... sharing emotional struggles and the deep dark beauty of your world. Love you and keep writing... this outlet will set you free?
Ashley Avatar
September 3, 2018 at 7:06 PM
Oh, Brea, your moving poem is heartrending in its description of the cycles of turmoil experienced.. Someone close to me lives with the emotional/physical turmoil of severe depression/anxiety, and I feel in your poem what they live with every day. A brilliant piece, beautifully expressed.. The last two lines are heartbreaking. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan
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