Breaking Free

A great dense fog reaches out to embrace

pulling me forward, against my will

Leeching the life from my mind and soul

turning me into a starving waif.

I cry and I scream, silent hostility

pounding against the erected walls

Unable to break through into the light

tears coursing down my face.

Paint me up with a clown’s face, smile

ignore the beast that rumbles within

Pretend that the pain will ebb

and life shall always return.

Wrapped within the greyest of depression

unable to see the path to freedom

Stumbling to fall to my knees

my heart pierced and torn.

I cannot get away, I cannot recover

lost within this depressed state

Seeking a doorway to the light

feeling as though I shall be lost forever.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

July 9/17