Haunting Memories: A Poem About Depression

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It comes back in a hazy fog

They always do,

the memories.

You think they’ve faded

and just when you’re sure

you’re no longer sad

There it is again

haunting you:

As if to say

Remember me?

And then you remember

laying in bed

wishing to disappear

staring at the bubbles

in the cup of Sprite

next to your bed.

As each bubble rises

Another tear falls

You’re tired

But no matter how much you sleep

It’s never enough

Because you’re not enough

At least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself

over and over

the past few weeks.

You shake your head

Trying to erase the memory

bringing yourself back to the present

and you push it back

to the place where it belongs

The back of your mind

But you know it will return

at least it is now only

A haunting memory.

Blank Page: A Poem

Blank Page

I stare at this blank page with the cursor blinking back at me

begging me to write something, anything

does it matter

is it important

maybe not.

But maybe it’ll mean something someday

when I reread the words I wrote on this day

Maybe the words will relay the frustration I felt

over that incident

over what happened

or what didn’t.

I might not even remember

years from now

what happened today

but it was important

so I wrote these words

that were spilling out of me.