The Disease of Many Faces
Last night, the sadness
overtook my chest. It came
out in sobs--that feeling
of not being worth anything
to anyone. I was reminded
of the depression that
entered my body two
years ago, the one that
took me deep down into
a cave of sorrow. The one
that made me not want to
be alive. My body remembered
too and issued a fear alert--is
this where you are headed
again? I thought, "Oh no.
I cannot drop into
the darkest night of my soul.
How can I make sure
I do not? "Sleep," the voice
in my head offered. "Sleep."
I closed my eyes to the
tears and the dark dread.
"In the morning," I thought
to myself. "I'll feel better."
And I did. But I await
night and the return to
this disease of many faces.
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