Today is Throwback Thursday (nearly the weekend at last!), so I present to you today’s throwback poem: “If”.
“If” deals with the potential return of depression and the narrator’s fear that their loved one would not be able to cope with the effects or lend them the support that they need to get through it.
Sobs rocked me to sleep
Darkness my comfort blanket
Tears my lullaby
Emma H, age 26, 17/02/2017
Tabitha gazed out over the land. Darkness was descending, painting the valley in a palette of smudged grey-blues and faint iridescence. The navy silhouettes of ghostly trees breached an eerie fog that had rolled in with the twilight. Tabitha knew that this was no natural fog; its milky thickness and defined shape indicated the presence of magic, there to conceal all manner of Dark deeds. She felt her skin prickle and fingertips tingle anticipatively.
It is a familiar phantom,
Folding its velveteen wings around me
In a cuddle comforting and claustrophobic.
It is a surging storm,
Dark and distantly rumbling
As the clouds creep ever closer in my mind.
If the darkness drags me back,
With raking claws that scratch and snatch,
And blots my mind with thoughts pitch black,
Would you save me? Would you catch?
So easy now to slip from highs to lows,
To jagged-edged ridges of darkness nobody knows,
Consuming swathes of blackness that taunt the mind,
The heart and soul. The shape of oneself left undefined.