Poetry
An Elegy to Sand
Heat envelops skin
Steps consumed by tendrils grasp drag a body down
Stagger onward through the pull, obstinate pursuit
Cutting crystals billow, encasement trapping breath and heart
Weight oppressive lies atop my chest, stealing light, and hope beyond the darkness
I give myself to emptiness, drifting ever downward
Muscles flaccid, my will succumbs to shifting sands of sadness
Time passing ever slower, I cease to fight the pain.
My mind embraces numb.
This storm will pass, I tell myself, it always does.
I’ll reach the other side.
Float within the waves of sand until I rise again.
Depression. There are not often days that it weighs me down, a soul-sucking drag on body and mind that feels impossible to face. This was written at a low point, feeling the heated weight of despair sitting on my chest, numbing thoughts, hopes, and the silent cry that comes well beyond the tears.
Generally, I don’t talk about this, never saying it out loud. Never mind writing about it in a public space. Although I see it woven through my words.
