i am a snowflake melting on the tip of my nose
as millions more feather around me
and pile into a blanket so thick
you would not believe midsummer
is when i celebrate my birthday
i can only touch the rosy tint
that surfaces on my skin
when i watch myself
shake the hand of somebody i do not remember
or smile at those who are supposed to feel close;
all i can do is watch
as softness melts into the concrete
as my emptiness groans on its axis
gravity reminds me to wake up
to be present before it is all gone
i must breathe i must
inhale deep enough to
call my spirit back to me
but i am Venus de Milo begging to feel her fingers
they say just a twitch will do
it will prove that this falling frost
will eventually gift me something new
just as Venus de Milo will eventually bite into her apple;
the next time i raise my voice or my fist
my marble hands will eventually grab my neck or my wrist
and pull hard enough for me to fall
to freeze over like a river on the cusp of spring
almost moving
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Author:
marigold (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2025 13:19
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written to represent the feeling of dissociation. It intends to highlight the inherent numbness and depersonalization that is experienced during depression. When those who love you want to support you, you can feel stuck, burdensome or even more detached from reality. For me, this results in a cycle of guilt and hopelessness. You want to show how much you care about them. How much you appreciate them. How badly you want to change but yet you cannot even move your body. I called this poem Spring Day because you know help is right around the corner yet the irony is you feel drenched by the dead of winter.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments3
Although about a terrible illness there is great beauty in this poem. The selection of words and images of nature are exquisit and nicely done.
Thank you so much that means a lot to me 💖
This a beautiful piece of poetry even it is about a very serious issue, it is written with vivid views of nature and with care. Depression is a very dark world to live and a place to reside, but the beauty in this poem should offer some hope that there will eventually be a way out. All The best.
Thank you so much! Your comment is so kind 😊😊
You are very welcome
Welcome to MPS! In this poem, surreal makes a whole lot of sense 🙏🏻🕊👍🏻
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