The Visible Joy Of Hidden Depression
Poetry to care, to notice and to act
Note to the editor and readers:
This poem is purposely written with spelling/grammatical errors as a creative way of amplifying the present mood of the writer, the urgency of the despair and the confusion in the moment.
Di u know that
when I called to say hi. it was to hear
another voice, to know someone else breathes — like I do
it was becos I could nt bear
the thought of you feeling ike I do now
and having no one to call
Did you know?
that when I called aout a cheery hello
and asked about your healths, your job, your children, your life
I desperately wished u would respond in kind
ask me the question
from whence I could pou out my heart
but I guess I sounded too cheery. You never asked.
You invited me over
If only to knew the glee I felt.
I say I would and yest you went, ‘only if you can make it, I know you’re so busy having fun, don’t feel like you have to come.’
