(TW: Depression)
Sometimes, it eludes me
when I’m not feeling
anything really.
Sometimes I hide
from all that I know
I should be doing.
Then there’s the times
I can’t see past
all of the hurting.
All I can do
is look in the mirror
at vanity fading.
Was my motivation
all of my passion
merely reflection?
A valiant attempt
with hopes of finding
some kind of meaning?
Will it return
without all the baggage
it took when it left me?
I sit and wait,
as tightly I grasp
what remains of my soul.
~ elr
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