� Emancipate � 2006-06-12 � 7:14 p.m. �
There is no start... and no end to my headache nor to my grief.
I'm depressed.
I can't hide it... and I give up trying to.
I want to sleep... to rid myself of pain... the ease my stiff hip and relieve my sore wrist... I want to sleep to mend my broken heart... to make sense of the time between when my lids close and when I wake again.
Happiness is not my opposite.
This is not a matter of my world and my mind... it's a matter of mind versus mind... I know this well... I know the beat of this drum... and I can't stop it.... I can't cure it... I can't stand it... but I can't readily change it either.
You fight for your space and I fight for you to stop fighting. I fear the day I need you and you're not there. I fear that day is today. You can't be a friend and stand across the stream... you can't love me in anyway and have your back turned to me everytime I need your face.
I won't let you have that. Take me as I am... with no choice. Take me for what I stand for... take what I give... and hold it safe...
Someday soon, I'll have nothing left for you to take.
What then?
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