Stopping By
Where have you been Depression?
gray, fuzzy robe,
blanketed high,
tucked under chin
where salty tears dried,
yesterday.
Stuck to the corners
of my eyes and
down my neck,
once puddled between breasts,
like a moat around my heart.
How ridiculous!
This state of mind can be,
and how absurd the cocoon
that encapsulates me.
You may visit
but don't stay too long,
stealing my joy ... for now.
Copyright © Kelly Besaw Gallo | Year Posted 2024
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