It’s not turning out the way I hoped it would.
Maybe it’s time for a reality check.
The realities, the consequences, the destruction
from living a mental illness life–
destroys and impacts everything you touch–
a nonrefundable, nonreturnable life.
I’m not what I hoped I would be.
Life is not what I hoped it would be.
floating out to sea–
a skipping stone,
tossed into the water,
skimming the surface,
counting how many times I skipped the surface
was my only worth.
Meaningless, worthless, lonely–
a discombobulated sinking stone
is all that is left
of the me
written by Susan Walz
Sorry for a depressing free verse poem, but I am struggling today (obviously). I will post an explanation soon. I have to go to work today, otherwise I would finish writing it now.
I’m feeling depressed today and don’t want to go to work. I wish I could just call in, but I can’t do that. I am not ready to succumb to that and am not that deep into my depression. It is a situational depression–caused from my recent situation I believe, so I am working on fighting through it, again.
When I feel depressed I am more in touch with my emotions and feel the need to express them, so that is why I wrote this poem. I hope you like it even though it is on the depressive side. A poem conveys emotions–causing the reader to feel more (hopefully).
Depression brings me to a place inside me that I feel more–feel at a much deeper level. It is like when I feel too much, it overflows and pours out of me into words and writing. I must get my feelings, emotions and words out and here they are. I hope you like them. Thank you for reading.
May your journey of life overflow with blessings.
Much love and hugs, Sue
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