Ode to my Depressive Cycle
By Tiffany Belieu
You roost in my ribs and are sometimes silent
so long I think you have gone or forgiven me
our tragedies. Other times there is a twang
as my clockwork breaks.
Waking in the chill of a haunting numb,
my spine a ladder for creeping familiar
feelings preferred fleeting. Or gone
all together this time
please. Pluck hard-heart fruit, grind it in your teeth
reflect, deflect laden memory. Now open
tour my medicine cabinet for free
take only what you need.
Tiffany is a poetry late bloomer. She lives with OCD and depression and strives to be open about mental illness. She loves words and cats.