Walking Through the Wall of Depression

Once, when I was buried in darkness,
I walked.
I walked till I saw
the sunshine,
the yellow daffodils
on the green grass,
waves of summer wild flowers,
the pleasure of an orgasm,
the catharsis of spicy Thai curry sauce,
the melody of the Scottish harp.

I breathed. I became alive.

I walked till I hit
the brick wall.
So high I could not see
the sky.
It rapidly encircled me in catatonic darkness,
Entombing. Catacombing. Immobilizing.

Now, years since,
I have scaled the wall
To see the sky and the sun.
But now, my limbs are worn down
to the bones.
Flames lick my still gaping, burning wounds.
I am a hollow shell of my former self.

I see the sky and the sun,
The yellow daffodils on the grass,
The waves of wild flowers and
the exciting Thai curry sauce.
But I am so tired.
So worn out.
So stunned.
So numb.
Now, I breathe so I may sleep.
And sleep.
And sleep.
And sleep.
Yet NOW, I MUST walk.
I NEED to walk to live.
But I sleep. And sleep. And sleep...

-- GST