Shifty and Shifting
Pink Core – M. Ulto
Depression sucks.
I’m wishing I could sleep for days until the clouds pass.
Just sit back and let the universe do its work on me.
Heal enough to stand, take deep breaths without suffocating, without pain.
The energy seems not to exist.
Waiting for my core to heal, and start spinning again.
The last kick to my breastplate knocked the motion out of me.
Sucker punch to the solar plexus kind of thing.
Inside out fearing much in shallow puffs, I think of how to get free again.
Cocoon spinning, thinking, pondering, wondering, until nothing expands.
I’m waiting for the boredom with depression to come, so I can move on.
Broke, broken, breaking down, busted.
Peace,
Melissa
