curbdrop out of grace

i say

depression is like floating down a river,
moving along downstream,
it's effortless movement,
it unconscious like a dream,
some people fight the current,
some people just let go,
some friends reach out with a rope,
but that messed with the flow,
and sometimes people evolve,
webbing for feet, gills to breathe,
people get used to soggy skin,
because sometimes it's comforting,
at the end of the river is the ocean,
where no one knows just how deep,
some people don't make a sound,
cause the screams have long floated, down stream.

posted by fillshe @ 10:35 PM